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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 ?
i Knight. Who can be other, in this royal presence ?
Sim. Here, with a cup that's stor’d unto the brim,
(As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,)
We drink this health to you.
We thank your grace.
Sim. Yet pause a while;
Yon knight, methinks, doth fit too melancholy,
As if the entertainment in our court
Had not a show might countervail his worth.
Note it not you, Thaisa ?
What is it
To me, my father?
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 found, but kill'd
Are wonder'd at.
Therefore to make's entrance more fweet, 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 beld;
He may my proffer take for an offence,
Since inen take women's gifts for impudence.
Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please me better.
[dfide. Sim. And further tell him, we desire to know, Of whence he is, his name and parentage. Tbai. The king my father, sir, has drunk to you.
Per. I thank him.
Thai. Wifhing it so much blood unto your life.
Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
Thai. And further he defires 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 tips and men,
And, after shipwreck, driven upon this fhore.
Thai. He thanks your grace; names himself Pericles,
A gentleman of Tyre, who only by
Misfortune of the feas has been bereft
Of ships and men, and cait upon this Thore.
Sim. Now by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
And will awake him from his melancholy.
Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
And waite 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 excuse, with saying, this
Loud musick is too harsh for ladies' heads;
Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.
[The Knights dance,
So, this was well askid, 'twas so well perform’d.
Here is a lady that wants breathing too :
And I have often head, 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 deny'd
[The Knights and Ladies dance. Of your fair courtesy.--Unclasp, unclaspi
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, fir, We have given order 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 hiin to his rest; To-morrow, all for speeding do their best. [Exeunt.
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;
Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
When he was seated, and his daughter with him,
In a chariot of inestimable value,
A fire from heaven came, and thriveľd up
Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk,
That all those eyes ador'd them, ere their fall,
Scorn now their hand should give them burial.
Esca. 'Twas very strange.
And yet but just ; for though
This king were great, his greatness was no guard
To bar heaven's shaft, but fin had his reward.
Esca, 'Tis very true.
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. And curs'd be he that will not second it.
i 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. i Lord. Wrong not yourself then, noble Helicane; But if the prince do live, let us falute him, Or know what ground's made happy by his breath. 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'd, 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 :
If that you love prince Pericles, forbear.
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
Where's hourly trouble, for a minute's ease.
A twelvemonth longer, let me then entreat you