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And I have often heard, you knights of Tyre
Sim. O, that's as much, as you would be deny'd [The Knights and ladies dance. Of your fair courtesy.-Unclasp, unclasp; Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well, But you the best. [To Pericles.] Pages and lights, conduct
These knights unto their several lodgings: Yours, sir, We have given orders to be next our own.
Per. I am at your grace's pleasure.
Sim, Princes, it is too late to talk of love, For that's the mark I know you level at: Therefore each one betake him to his rest; To-morrow, all for speeding do their best.
Tyre. A room in the Governor's house.
Enter Helicanus and Escanes.
Hel. No, no, my Escanes; know this of me,Antiochus from incest liv'd not free;
For which, the most high gods not minding longer
Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
A fire from heaven came, and shrivel'd up
That all those eyes ador'd them*, ere their fall,
And yet but just; for though This king were great, his greatness was no guard To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward. Esca. 'Tis very true.
Enter three Lords.
1 Lord. See, not a man in private conference, Or council, has respect with him but he.
2 Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof. 3 Lord. Follow me then: Lord Helicane, a word. Hel. With me? and welcome: Happy day, my lords.
1 Lord. Know that our griefs are risen to the top, And now at length they overflow their banks.
Hel. Your griefs, for what? wrong not the prince you love.
1 Lord. Wrong not yourself then, noble Helicane; But if the prince do live, let us salute him, Or know what ground's made happy by his breathi. If in the world he live, we'll seek him out; If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there; And be resolv'dt, he lives to govern us, Or dead, gives cause to mourn his funeral, And leaves us to our free election.
2 Lord. Whose death's, indeed, the strongest in our censure:
And knowing this kingdom, if without a head (Like goodly buildings left without a roof), Will soon to ruin fall, your noble self,
That best know'st how to rule, and how to reign, We thus submit unto,-our sovereign.
All. Live, noble Helicane!
Hel. Try honour's cause, forbear your suffrages:
Which adored them.
If that you love prince Pericles, forbear.
Go search like noblemen, like noble subjects,
1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield; And, since lord Helicane enjoineth us, We with our travels will endeavour it.
Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands;
When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands.
Pentapolis. A room in the palace.
Enter Simonides, reading a letter, the Knights meet him.
1 Knight. Good morrow to the good Simonides. Sim. Knights, from my daughter this I let you
That for this twelvemonth, she'll not undertake
Her reason to herself is only known,
Which from herself by no means can I get.
2 Knight. May we not get access to her, my lord? Sim. 'Faith, by no means; she hath so strictly
To her chamber, that it is impossible.
One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery;
3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take
They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's
She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger knight,
And will no longer have it be delay'd.
Per. All fortune to the good Simonides!
Sim. To you as much, sir! I am beholden to you, For your sweet musick this last night: my ears, I do protest, were never better fed With such delightful pleasing harmony.
Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend; Not my desert.
Sir, you are musick's master. Per. The worst of all her scholars, my good lord. Sim. Let me ask one thing. What do you think, sir, of My daughter?
Per. As of a most virtuous princess. Sim. And she is fair too, is she not? Per. As a fair day in summer; wond'rous fair. Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you; Ay, so well, sir, that you must be her master, And she'll your scholar be; therefore, look to it. Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster. Sim. She thinks not so; peruse this writing else.
Per. What's here?
A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre?
Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou
By the gods, I have not, sir.
Ay, traitor, sir. Per. Even in his throat (unless it be the king), That calls me traitor, I return the lie.
Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud his cou[Aside.
Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts, That never relish'd of a base descent.
I came unto your court, for honour's cause,
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Who takes offence at that would make me glad?