To her chamber, that it is impossible. One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery; This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd, And on her virgin honour will not break it. 3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves. [Exeunt. Sim. So They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's letter: She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger knight, Mistress, 'tis well, your choice agrees with mine; Well, I commend her choice; And will no longer have it be delay'd. Enter Pericles. 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. Sim. 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? [Aside. That never aim'd so high, to love your daughter, But bent all offices to honour her. Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art A villain. Per. By the gods, I have not, sir. Never did thought of mine levy offence; Nor never did my actions yet commence A deed might gain her love, or your displeasure. Sim. Traitor, thou liest. Per. Sim. Traitor! 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 rage. [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, This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy. Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. Enter Thaisa. Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, Who takes offence at that would make me glad? I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside]. I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection. Will you, not having my consent, bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger? (Who, for aught I know to the contrary, [Aside. Or think, may be as great in blood as I) Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it too.- What, are you both pleas'd? Thai. Yes, if you love me, sir. Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Sim. What, are you both agreed? Both. Yes, 'please your majesty. Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed. [Exeunt. ACT III. Enter Gower. Gow. Now sleep yslaked* hath the rout; * Quenched. A babe is moulded Be attent, And time that is so briefly spent, With your fiue fancies quaintly eche*; What's dumb in show, d'll plain with speech. Dumb show. Enter Pericles and Simonides at one door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets him, kneels, and gives Pericles a letter. Pericles shows it to Simonides; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter Thaisa with child, and Lychorida. Simonides shows his daughter the letter; she rejoices: she and Pericles take leave of her father, and depart. Then Simonides, &c. retire. Gow. By many a dearnt and painful percht, Are letters brought; the tenour these: The crown of Tyre, but he will none: Come not, in twice six moons, home, He obedient to their doom, Will take the crown. The sum of this, Brought hither to Pentapolis, Y-ravished the regions round, And every one with claps 'gan sound, • Eke out. § Corners. VOL. VII. + Lonely. † A measure. Help, or assist the search. X Our heir apparent is a king: Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing? His queen, with child, makes her desire This stage, the ship, upon whose deck [Erit. SCENE I. Enter Pericles, on a ship at sea. Per. Thou God of this great vastý, rebuke these surges, Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, that hast Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, • Disposition. + An exclamation equivalent to well-a-day. † I shall not. § This wide expanse. |