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ACT II SCENE VPentapolis. A room in the palace.
Enter SIMONIDES, reading a letter, at one door:the Knights meet him
First KnightGood morrow to the good Simonides.
SIMONIDESKnights, from my daughter this I let you know,
That for this twelvemonth she’ll not undertake
A married life. 5
Her reason to herself is only known,
Which yet from her by no means can I get.
Second KnightMay we not get access to her, my lord?
SIMONIDES‘Faith, by no means; she has so strictly tied
Her to her chamber, that ’tis impossible. 10
One twelve moons more she’ll wear Diana’s livery;
This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow’d
And on her virgin honour will not break it.
Third KnightLoath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
Exeunt Knights
SIMONIDESSo, 15
They are well dispatch’d; now to my daughter’s letter:
She tells me here, she’d wed the stranger knight,
Or never more to view nor day nor light.
‘Tis well, mistress; your choice agrees with mine;
I like that well: nay, how absolute she’s in’t, 20
Not minding whether I dislike or no!
Well, I do commend her choice;
And will no longer have it be delay’d.
Soft! here he comes: I must dissemble it.
Enter PERICLES
PERICLESAll fortune to the good Simonides! 25
SIMONIDESTo 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.
PERICLESIt is your grace’s pleasure to commend; 30
Not my desert.
SIMONIDESSir, you are music’s master.
PERICLESThe worst of all her scholars, my good lord.
SIMONIDESLet me ask you one thing:
What do you think of my daughter, sir? 35
PERICLESA most virtuous princess.
SIMONIDESAnd she is fair too, is she not?
PERICLESAs a fair day in summer, wondrous fair.
SIMONIDESSir, my daughter thinks very well of you;
Ay, so well, that you must be her master, 40
And she will be your scholar: therefore look to it.
PERICLESI am unworthy for her schoolmaster.
SIMONIDESShe thinks not so; peruse this writing else.
PERICLESAside
A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre!
‘Tis the king’s subtlety to have my life. 45
O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord,
A stranger and distressed gentleman,
That never aim’d so high to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.
SIMONIDESThou hast bewitch’d my daughter, and thou art 50
A villain.
PERICLESBy the gods, I have not:
Never did thought of mine levy offence;
Nor never did my actions yet commence
A deed might gain her love or your displeasure. 55
SIMONIDESTraitor, thou liest.
PERICLESTraitor!
SIMONIDESAy, traitor.
PERICLESEven in his throat–unless it be the king–
That calls me traitor, I return the lie. 60
SIMONIDESAside
PERICLESMy 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 not to be a rebel to her state;
And he that otherwise accounts of me, 65
This sword shall prove he’s honour’s enemy.
SIMONIDESNo?
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
Enter THAISA
PERICLESThen, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue 70
Did ere solicit, or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you.
THAISAWhy, sir, say if you had,
Who takes offence at that would make me glad?
SIMONIDESYea, mistress, are you so peremptory? 75
Aside
I am glad on’t with all my heart.–
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? 80
Aside
who, for aught I know,
May be, nor can I think the contrary,
As great in blood as I myself.–
Therefore hear you, mistress; either frame
Your will to mine,–and you, sir, hear you, 85
Either be ruled by me, or I will make you–
Man and wife:
Nay, come, your hands and lips must seal it too:
And being join’d, I’ll thus your hopes destroy;
And for a further grief,–God give you joy!– 90
What, are you both pleased?
THAISAYes, if you love me, sir.
PERICLESEven as my life, or blood that fosters it.
SIMONIDESWhat, are you both agreed?
BOTHYes, if it please your majesty. 95
SIMONIDESIt pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed;
And then with what haste you can get you to bed.
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