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Per. [Aside] What 's here ?
A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre !
'Tis the king's subtilty to have my life.
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.
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;
Nor never did my actions yet commence
A deed might gain her love or your displeasure.
Sim. Traitor, thou liest.
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
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 not to be a rebel to her state;
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
Did e'er 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.-
I'll tame you ; I'll bring you in subjection.
Will you, not having my consent,
your love and your affections
Upon a stranger ? [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
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 ! -
What, are you both pleased ?
Yes, if you love me, sir.
Per. Even as my
blood that fosters it.
Sim. What, are you both agreed ?
Both. Yes, if it please your majesty.
Sim. It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you
And then with what haste you can get you to
Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout;
No din but snores the house about,
I. yslaked, laid to rest.
Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Of this most pompous marriage-feast.
The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
Now couches fore the mouse's hole;
And crickets sing at the oven's mouth,
E’er the blither for their drouth.
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is moulded.
And time that is so briefly spent
With your fine fancies quaintly eche:
What's dumb in show I'll plain with speech.
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 LYCHO-
RIDA a nurse. The KING shows her the letter ;
she rejoices : she and PERICLES take leave of
her father, and depart with LYCHORIDA and
their Attendants. Then exeunt SIMONIDES
and the rest.
By many a dern and painful perch
Of Pericles the careful search,
By the four opposing coigns
Which the world together joins,
Is made with all due diligence
That horse and sail and high expense
Can stead the quest.
Fame answering the most strange inquire,
To the court of King Simonides
Are letters brought, the tenour these :
Antiochus and his daughter dead;
The men of Tyrus on the head
Of Helicanus would set on
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,
He, obedient to their dooms,
Will take the crown. The sum of this,
Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Y-ravished the regions round,
And every one with claps can sound,
Our heir-apparent is a king!
Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing ?
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre :
His queen with child makes her desire-
Which who shall cross ?-along to go:
Omit we all their dole and woe:
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow; half the flood
Hath their keel cut : but fortune's mood
Varies again ; the grisled north
Disgorges such a tempest forth,
That, as a duck for life that dives,
So up and down the poor ship drives :
The lady shrieks, and well-a-near
Does fall in travail with her fear :
And what ensues in this fell storm
Shall for itself itself perform.
I nill relate, action may
Conveniently the rest convey ;
Which might not what by me is told.
In your imagination hold
This stage the ship, upon whose deck
The sea-tost Pericles appears to speak.
Enter PERICLES, on shipboard.
Per. Thou god of this great vast, rebuke these
Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou,
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, Ly-
How does my queen ? Thou storm, venomously
Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle
Is as a whisper in the ears of death,
Unheard. Lychorida !-Lucina, O
Divinest patroness, and midwife gentle
To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the pangs
Of my queen's travails !
Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.
Lyc. Here is a thing too young for such a
Who, if it had conceit, would die, as I