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But stay, the knights are coming: we will withdraw
Into the gallery. [Exeunt. [Great shouts within and all cry 'The mean knight !'
SCENE III. The same. A hall of state: a banquet prepared.
Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, Attendants, and Knights, from tilting.
To say you're welcome were superfluous.
Were more than you expect, or more than ́s fit,
Since every worth in show commends itself. Prepare for mirth, for mixth becomes a feast : You are princes and 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 by merit.
Sim. Call it by what you will, the day is yours;
And here, I hope, is none that envies it.
For, daughter, so you are,-here take your place:
Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace. Knights. We are honor'd much by good
Therefore to make his 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.
not please me better.
Sim. And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him,
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 Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
Thai. And further he desires to know of
Of whence you are, your name and parentage.
My education been in arts and arms;
A gentleman of Tyre,
Who only by misfortune of the seas
Sec. Lord. Whose death indeed's the strongest in our censure:
And knowing this kingdom is without a head,
Like goodly buildings left without a roof
Hel. For honor's cause, forbear your suffrages :
If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear.
If in which time expired, he not return,
Go search like nobles, like noble subjects, 50
Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Did ere solicit, or my hand subscribe To any syllable that made love to you Thai. Why, sir, say if you had, Who takes offence at that would make me glad?
Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?
[Aside] I am glad on't with all my heart-
May be, nor can I think the contrary,
Nay, come, your hands and lips must seal it
Enter, PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter: PERICLES shows it SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to him. Then enter THAISA with child, with LYCHORIDA α nurse. The KING shows her the letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES takes leave of her father, and depart with LYCHORIDA and their Attendants. Then exeunt SIMONIDES and the rest.
By many a dern and painful perch
By the four opposing coigns
That horse and sail and high expense
Are letters brought, the tenor these:
The crown of Tyre, but he will none :
The mutiny he there hastes t' oppress;
Says to 'em, if King Pericles
Come not home in twice six moons,
The sum of this,
Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Our heir-apparent is a king!
Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?'
His queen with child makes her desire- 40
Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, that hast
Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Having call'd them from the deep! O, still Thy deafening, dreadful thunders; gently quench
Thy nimble, sulphurous flashes! O, how, Lychorida,
How does my queen? Thou stormest venomously;
Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle
For a more blustrous birth had never babe :
Thou hast as chiding a nativity
As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can
To herald thee from the womb: even at the
Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit, With all thou canst find here. Now, the good
Throw their best eyes upon't!
Enter two Sailors.
First Sail. What courage, sir? God save you!
Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw;
It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love 40
Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, I would it would be quiet.
First Sail. Slack the bolins there! Thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself.
Sec. Sal. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not.
First Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard: the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead. Per. That's your superstition.
First Sail. Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it hath been still observed: and we are strong in custom. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight.
Per. As you think meet. Most wretched queen!
Lyc. Here she lies, sir.
Per. A terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear;
No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight
Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze;
Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
Nature should be so conversant with pain,
A more content in course of true delight
Sec. Gent. Your honor has through Ephesus pour'd forth
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Your creatures, who by you have been restored :
And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Ceri
Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay.