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Sim. Return them, we are ready; and our daughter,
In honour of whose birth these triumphs are,
Sits here, like beauty's child, whoun nature gat
For men to see, and seeing wonder at. [Exit a Lord.

Thai. Ii pleaseth you, my father, to express
My commendations great, whose merit's less.

Sim. 'Tis fit it should be so; for princes are
A model, which heaven makes like to itself:
As jewels lose their glory, if neglected,
So princes their renown, if not respected.
'Tis now your honour, daughter, to explain
The labour of each knight, in his device.

Thai. Which, to perserve mine honor, I'll perform.
Enter a Knight; he passes over the Stage, and his Squire

presents his Shield to the PRINCESS.
Sim. Who is the first that doth prefer himself?

Thai. A knight of Sparta, my renowned father :
And the device he bears upon his shield
Is a black Æthiop, reaching at the sun;
The word, Lux tua vita mihi.
Sim. He loves you well, that holds his life of you.

[The second Knight passes. Who is the second, that presents himself?

Thai. A prince of Macedon, my royal father;
And the device he bears upon his shield
Is an arm'd knight, that's conquer'd by a lady:
The motto thus, in Spanish, Piu per dulcura que per
fuerca.

[The third Knight passes.
Sim. And what's the third ?
Thai.

The third, of Antioch;
And his device, a wreath of chivalry:
The word, Me pompæ provexit apex.

[The fourth Knight passes.
Sim. What is the fourth?
Thai. A burning torch, that's turned upside down:
The word, Quod me alit, me extinguit.

Sim. Which shows that beauty hath his power and will,
Which can as well inflame, as it can kill.

[The fifth Knight passés. Thai. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds;

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Holding out gold, that's by the touchstone tried;
The motto thus, Sic spectanda fides.

(The sixth Knight passes: Sim. And what's the sixth and last, which the knight With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd? [himself

Thai. He seems a stranger: but his present is
A wither'd branch, that's only green at top;
The motto, In hac spe vivo.

Sim. A pretty moral;
From the dejected state wherein he is,
He hopes by you bis fortunes yet inay flourish.

1 Lord. He had need mean better than his outward
Can any way speak in his just commend : [show
For, by his rusty outside, he appears
To have practis'd more the whipstock, than the lance.

2 Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes To an honour'd triumph, strangely furnished.

3 Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust, Until this day, lo scour it in the dust.

Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan
The outward habit by the inward man.
But stay, the knights are coming; we'll withdraw
Into the gallery.

[Exeunt. [Great Shouts, and all cry, The mean knight!

SCENE III.
The same. A Hall of State.A Banquet prepared.
Enter Simonides, TAAISA, Lords, Knights, and At-

tendants.
Sim. Knights,
To say you are welcome, were superfluous.
To place upon the volume of your deeds,
As in a title-page, your worth in arms,
Were more than you expect, or more than's fit,
Since every worth in show commends itself.
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast :
You are my guests.
Thai.

But you, my knight, and guest;
To whom this wreath of victory I give,
And crown you king of this day's happiness.

Per. 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than my merit.

Sim. Call it by what you will, the day is yours; And here, I hope, is none that envies it. In framing artists, art hath thus decreed, To make some good, but others to exceed; And you're her labour'd scholar. Come, queen o’the seast (For, daughter, so you are), here take your place: Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace.

Knights. We are honour'd much by good Simonides.

Sim. Your presence glads our days; honour we love, For who hates honour, hates the gods above.

Marsh. Sir, yond's your place.
Per.

Some other is more fit.
1 Knight. Contend not, sir; for we are gentlemen,
That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Envy the great, nor do the low despise.

Per. You are right courteous knights.
Sim.

Sit, sit, sir; sit. Per. By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts, These cales resist me, she not thought upon.

Thai. By Juno, that is queen
Of marriage, all the viands that I eal
Do seem unsavoury, wishing him my ineat;
Sure he's a gallant gentleman.
Sim.

He's but
A country gentleman;
He has done no more than other knights have done;
Broken a staff, or so, so let it pass.

Thai. To me he seems like diamond to glass. Per. Yon king's to me, like to my father's picture, Which tells me, in that glory once he was; Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne, And he the sun, for them to reverence. None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights, Did vail their crowns to his supremacy; Where now his son's a glowworm in the night, The which hath fire in darkness, none in light; Whereby I see that Time's the king of men, For he's their parent, and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they crave.

Sim. What, are you merry, knights?,

1 Knight. Who, can be other, in this royal presence?

Sim. Here, with a cap that's stor'd unto the brim
(As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips),
We drink this health to you.
Knights.

We thank your grace.
Sim. Yet pause awhile;
Yon knight, methinks, doth sit too melancholy,
As if the entertainment in our court
Had not a show might countervail his worth.
Note it not you, Thaisa?
Thai.

What is it
To me, my father?
Sim.

0, attend, my daughter;
Princes, in this, should live like gods above,
Who freely give to every one that comes
To honour them: and princes, not doing so,
Are like to gnats, which make a sound, but kill'd
Are wonder d at.
Therefore to make's entrance more sweet, here say,
We drink this standing bowl of wine to him.

Thai. Alas, my father, it befits not me,
Unto a stranger knight to be so bold;
He may my proffer take for an offence,
Since men take women's gifts for impudence.

Sim. How!
Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please me belter.

[Aside. Sim. And further tell him, we desire to know, Of whence he is, his name and parentage.

Thai. The king, my father, sir, has drunk to you.
Per. I thank him.
Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life.
Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
Thai. And further he desires to know of you,
Of whence you are, your name and parentage..

Per. A gentleman of Tyre—my name, Pericles ;
My education being in arts and arms;).
Who, looking for adventures in the world,
Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men,
And, after shipwreck, driven upon this shore.

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Thai. He thanks your grace; names himself Pericles,
A gentleman of Tyre, who only by
Misfortune of the seas has been bereft
Of ships and men, and cast

upon this shore.
Sim. Now by the gods, ! pity his misfortune,
And will awake him from his melancholy.
Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
And waste the time, which looks for other revels.
Even in your armours, as you are address'd,
Will very well become a soldier's dance.
I will not have excnse, with saying, this
Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads;
Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.

[The Knights dance.
So, this was well ask’d, 'twas so well perform’d.
Come, sir;
Here is a lady that wants breathing too:
And I have often beard, you knights of Tyre
Are excellent in making ladies trip;
And that their measures are as excellent.

Per. In those that practise them, they are, my lord.
Sim. O, that's as much, as you would be dený'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. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. 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
To withhold the vengeance that they had in store,
Due to this heinous capital offence;

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