Thai. Why, sir, say 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. [Aside.] I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection. Will you, not having my consent, 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.) [Aside. Hear, therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,— Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it too.- What, are you both pleas'd? Thai. Yes, if you love me, sir. Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Both. [Exeunt. АСТ III. Enter GoWER. Gou. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout; With your fine fancies quaintly eche 23; Dumb show. Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter. PERICLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter THAISA with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shows his daughter the letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES take leave of her father, and depart. Then SIMONIDES, &c. retire. Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch, That horse, and sail, and high expence, Are letters brought; the tenour these: The crown of Tyre, but he will none: Come not, in twice six moons, home, He obedient to their doom, Will take the crown. The sum of this, Brought hither to Pentapolis, Y-ravished the regions round, And every one with claps 'gan sound, Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing? On Neptune's billow; half the flood So Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood This stage, the ship, upon whose deck SCENE I. Enter PERICLES, on a ship at sea. [Exit. Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges, 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 deaf 'ning, Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy nimble, How does my queen?-Thou storm, thou! venomously Wilt thou spit all thyself?-The seaman's whistle Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle Enter LYCHORIDA, with an infant. Lyc. Here is a thing Too young for such a place, who if it had Take in your arms this piece of your dead queen. Per. How! how, Lychorida! Lyc. Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm. Here's all that is left living of your queen,— A little daughter; for the sake of it, Be manly, and take comfort. Per. O you gods! Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, And snatch them straight away? We, here below, Recall not what we give, and therein may Vie honour with yourselves. Lyc. Even for this charge. Per. Patience, good sir, Now, mild may be thy life! For a more blust'rous birth had never babe: Quiet and gentle thy conditions! |