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2 Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof. 3 Lord. And curs'd be he that will not second it. 1 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.
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.
If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there ;
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:5
And knowing this kingdom, if without a head,
That best know'st how to rule, and how to reign,
All. Live, noble Helicane !
Hel. Try honour's cause; forbear your suffrages:
Where's hourly trouble, for a minute's ease.
Go search like noblemen, 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 it.
Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands; When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. [Exeunt.
 i. e. the most probable in our opinion. Censure is thus used in King Richard III:
"To give your censures in this weighty business."
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 from herself 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.
Mistress, 'tis well, 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.
Per. All fortune to the good Simonides!
Sim. To you as much, sir! I am beholden to you, For your sweet music 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 ;
Not my desert.
Sim. Sir, you are music'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?
 It were to be wished that Simonides (who is represented as a blameless character) had hit on some more ingenious expedient for the dismission of these wooers. Here he tells them as a solemn truth, what he knows to be afiotion of his own. STEEVENS.
Per. As of a most virtuous princess.
Per. As a fair day in summer; wond'rous fair..
Sim. She thinks not so; peruse this writing else.
A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre?
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, sir.
Never did thought of mine levy offence;
A deed might gain her love, or your displeasure.
Per. Traitor !
Sim. Ay, traitor, sir.
Per. Even in his throat, (unless it be the king,) That calls me traitor, I return the lie.
Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.
Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
 So, Brabantio, addressing himself to Othello:
 So, in Hamlet:
"That has no relish of salvation in't.”
Again, in Macbeth:
"So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you?
Who takes offence at that, would make me glad?
I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside.] I'll tame you;
Will you, not having my consent, bestow
Hear, therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,
And you, sir, hear you.-Either be rul'd by me,
Or I will make you-man and wife.
Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it too.
Thai. Yes, if you love me, sir.
Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it.
Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed;
Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout;
 So, in Cymbeline:
"The crickets sing, and man's o'erlabour'd sense
And time that is so briefly spent,
With your fine fancies quaintly eche;'
What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.
Dumb Show. Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door,
Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch, 3
That horse, and sail, and high expence,
Are letters brought, the tenour these:
Of Helicanus would set on
The crown of Tyre, but he will none :
The mutiny there he hastes t'appease ;
Come not, in twice six moons, home,
He obedient to their doom,
Will take the crown.
The sum of this,
 So in the Chorus to King Henry V. (first folio):
-still be kind,
"And eche out our performance with your mind." MALONE.  The lords kneel to Pericles, because they are now, for the first time, informed by this letter, that he is king of Tyre. By the death of Antiochus and his daughter, Pericles has also succeeded to the throne of Antioch, in consequence of having rightly interpreted the riddle proposed to him.
 Dearn signifies lonely, solitary. A perch is a measure of five yards and a half. STEEVENS.
 By the four opposite corner-stones that unite and bind together the great fabric of the world. The word is again used in Macbeth:
-No jutty, frieze,
"Buttress, or coigne of vantage, but this bird
"Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle."
In the passage before us, the author seems to have considered the world as a stupendous edifice artificially constructed. To seek a man in every corner of the globe, is still common-language.