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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;
1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield;
Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands; When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. (Exeunt.
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.
Per. All fortune to the good Simonides !
Sim. To you as much, fir! I am beholden to you,
Sim. Let me ask one thing. What do you think, sir, of My daughter?
Per. As of a most virtuous princess.
Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you ;
Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster.
'Tis the king's subtilty, to have my life. Afide.
Sim. Thou haft bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art
Per. By the gods, I have not, fir.
Ay, traitor, sir,
Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Thai. Why, fir, fay if you had,
Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so perémptory?
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,