1 Lord. Wrong not yourself, then, noble Helicane; But if the prince do live, let us salute him, Or know what ground's made happy by his breath. Or dead, gives cause to mourn his funeral, 2 Lord. Whose death's, indeed, the strongest in our censure: And knowing this kingdom is without a head, Soon fall to ruin, 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: Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, Go search like nobles, like noble subjects, You shall like diamonds sit about his crown. 1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield: And since lord Helicane enjoineth us, We with our travels will endeavour. Hel. Then, you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands: When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. VOL. VIII. [Exeunt. X SCENE V. Pentapolis. A Room in the Palace. Enter SIMONIDES, reading a Letter: the Knights meet him. 1 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 yet from her by no means can I get. 2 Knight. May we not get access to her, my lord? Sim. 'Faith, by no means; she hath so strictly tied her To her chamber, that it is impossible. One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery; And on her virgin honour will not break it. 3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves. Sim. So, [Exeunt. They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's letter. 'Tis well, mistress; your choice agrees with mine; Well, I commend her choice, And will no longer have it be delay'd. Soft! here he comes: I must dissemble it. Enter PERICLES. Per. All fortune to the good Simonides! Sim. To you as much, sir. I am beholding to you, For your sweet music this last night: I do Protest, my ears were never better fed' With such delightful pleasing harmony. Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend, Not my desert. Sim. Sir, you are music's master. Per. The worst of all her scholars, my good lord. What do you think of my daughter, sir? Per. As of a most virtuous princess. Sim. And she is fair too, is she not? Per. As a fair day in summer; wondrous fair. A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre? 'Tis the king's subtilty, to have my life. [To him.] O! seek not to entrap me, gracious lord, A stranger and distressed gentleman, That never aim'd so high, to love your daughter, Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art A villain. Per. By the gods, I have not, Never did thought of mine levy offence; A deed might gain her love, or your displeasure. 7 were never better fed] Malone thought fit to invert the passage thus-"My ears, I do protest, were never better fed," without authority or necessity. Sim. Traitor, thou liest. Per. Sim. Traitor! Ay, traitor. Per. Even in his throat, unless it be the king, That calls me traitor, I return the lie. Sim. [Aside.] Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage. 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 he that otherwise accounts of me, Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. Enter THAISA. Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, Who takes offence at that would make me glad? [Aside.] I am glad on't with all my heart. [To her.] I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection. Will you, not having my consent, Bestow your love and your affections Upon a stranger? [Aside.] who, for aught I know, Therefore, hear you, mistress; either frame And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy; And for farther grief,—God give you joy !— Thai. Yes, if you love me, sir. Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Sim. What are you both agreed? Both. Yes, if't please your majesty. Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can get you to bed. [Exeunt. ACT III. Enter GOWER. Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout; With your fine fancies quaintly eche'; What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech. 8 the house about,] "About the house" in every old copy; and in all but the first," Now ysleep slaked hath the rout." 9 - 'FORE the mouse's hole ;] The old copies have from for "fore," a very probable misprint, though not so necessarily. 1 quaintly ECHE;] A form of eke that is found in Chaucer and Gower, as well as in some later writers. Eke is the more modern mode of spelling the word. |