Imatges de pàgina
PDF
EPUB

porter det

IJ.Van den Berghe feuip. 1800.

PericlesPrince of Tyres

Act 2 Scene Last

Puh./1pr. 20.1800.by VernoraHood Poultry

To forbear choice i'the absence of your king;
If in which time expir'd, he not return,
I shall with aged patience bear your yoke.
But if I cannot win you to this love,
Go search like noblemen, like noble subjects,
And in your search, spend your adventurous worth;
Whom if you find, and win unto return,
You shall like diamonds fit about his crown.

1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield;
And, fince 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. (Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Pentapolis. A Room in the Palace.

Enter SIMONIDES, reading a Letter ; the Knights meet kimo

i Knight. Good morrow to the good Simonides.

Sim. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know, That for this twelvemonth, she'll not undertake A married life. 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; the hath so strictly tied her To her chamber, that it is impossible. One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery ; This by the eye of Cynthia hath the 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, the'll wed the stranger knight, Or never more to view nor day nor light. Mistress, 'tis well, your choice agrees with mine; I like that well:-nay, how absolute he's in't, Not minding whether I dislike or not Well, I commend her choice; And will no longer have it be delay'd. Soft, here he comes :- I must dissemble it.

Enter PERICLES,

Not my

Per. All fortune to the good Simonides !

Sim. To you as much, fir! 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;

desert.
Sini. 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 the not?
Per. As a fair day in summer ; wond'rous fair.

Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you ;
Ay, so well, fir, that you must be her master,
And she'll your fcholar be; therefore look to it.

Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster.
Sim. She thinks not lo; peruse this writing else.
Per. What's here!
A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre?

[ocr errors]

'Tis the king's subtilty, to have my life. Afide.
0, seek not tó entrap, my gracious lord,
A stranger and distressed gentleman,
That never aim'd so high, to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.

Sim. Thou haft bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art
A villain.

Per. By the gods, I have not, fir.
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 lieft.
Per.

Traitor!
Sim.

Ay, traitor, sir,
Per. Even in his throat, (unlefs it be the king.)
That calls me traitor, I return the lie.
Sim, Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.

[ 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 not to be a rebel to her state;
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove, he's honour's enemy.

Sim. No!-
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it,

Enter THAISA.

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
To any fyllable that made love to you ?

D 2

Thai,

Thai. Why, fir, fay if you had,
Who takes offence at that would make me glad ?

Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so perémptory?
I am glad of it with all my heart. [Afide.] I'll tame you ;
I'll bring you in subjection.-
Will you, not having my confent, bestow
Your love and your affections on a stranger?
(Who, for ought I know to the contrary,
Or think, may be as great in blood as I.) Afide.
Hear, therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,
And you, fir, hear you. Either be ruld by me,
Or I will make you-man and wife.-
Nay, come ; your hands and lips must seal it too.
And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy ;-
And for a further grief,—God give you joy!
What, are you both pleas'd ?
Thai.

Yes, if you love me, fir. Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Sim. What, are you both agreed ? Both.

Yes, 'please your majesty. Sim. It pleafeth me so well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed. [Exeunt,

ACT

« AnteriorContinua »