1 Fish. Hark you, sir! do you know where you | Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided are ? Per. Not well. 1 Fish. Why, I'll tell you: this is called Pentapolis, and our king, the good Simonides. Per. The good king Simonides, do you call him? 1 Fish. Ay, sir; and he deserves to be so called, for his peaceable reign, and good government. Per. He is a happy king, since from his subjects He gains the name of good, by his government. How far is his court distant from this shore? 1 Fish. Marry, sir, half a day's journey; and I'll tell you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow is her birth-day; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world, to just and tourney for her love. Per. Did but my fortunes equal my desires, I'd wish to make one there. 1 Fish. O, sir, things must be as they may; and what a man cannot get, he may lawfully deal for his wife's soul. [ Re-enter the Two Fishermen, drawing up a net. 2 Fish. Help, master, help; here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out. Ha! bots on't, 'tis come at last, and 'tis turned to a rusty armour. Per. An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it. Thanks, fortune, yet, that after all my crosses, heritage, Which my dead father did bequeath to me, 1 Fish. What mean you, sir? Of a pair of bases. 2 Fish. We'll sure provide: thou shalt have my best gown to make thee a pair; and I'll bring thee to the court myself. Per. Then honour be but a goal to my will; This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill. [Exeunt. SCENE II. — The same. A publick Way, or Platform, leading to the Lists. A Pavilion by the side of it, for the reception of the King, Princess, Lords, &c. Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, and Attendants." Sim. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph? 1 Lord. They are, my liege; And stay your coming to present themselves. daughter, In honour of whose birth these triumphs are, Thai. Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll perform. Enter a Knight; he passes over the stage, and his Squire presents his shield to the Princess. Sim. Who is the first that doth prefer himself? Thai. A knight of Sparta, my renowned father; And the device he bears upon his shield Is a black Æthiop, reaching at the sun; The word, Lux tua vita mihi. Sim. He loves you well, that holds his life of you. [The second Knight passes. Who is the second, that presents himself? Thai. A prince of Macedon, my royal father; And the device he bears upon his shield Per. To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of Is an arm'd knight, that's conquer'd by a lady: worth, For it was sometime target to a king; I know it by this mark. He lov'd me dearly, And for his sake, I wish the having of it; And that you'd guide me to your sovereign's court, Where with't I may appear a gentleman; And if that ever my low fortunes better, I'll pay your bounties; till then, rest your debtor. 1 Fish. Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady? Per. I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms. 1 Fish. Why, do ye take it, and the gods give thee good on't! 2 Fish. Ay, but hark you, my friend; 'twas we that made up this garment through the rough seams of the waters: there are certain condolements, certain vails. I hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from whence you had it. Per. Believe't, I will. Now, by your furtherance, I am cloth'd in steel; The motto thus, in Spanish, Piu per dulçura que per fuerça. [The third Knight passes. Sim. And what's the third? Thai. The third of Antioch ; And his device, a wreath of chivalry: The word, Me pompæ provexit apex. [The fourth Knight passes. Sim. What is the fourth? Thai. A burning torch, that's turned upside down; The word, Quod me alit, me extinguit. Sim. Which shows, that beauty hath his power and will, Which can as well inflame, as it can kill. [The fifth Knight passes. Thai. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds; Holding out gold, that's by the touchstone tried: The motto thus, Sic spectanda fides. [The sixth Knight passés. Sim. And what's the sixth and last, which the knight himself With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd? Thai. He seems a stranger; but his present is A wither'd branch, that's only green at top; The motto, In hac vivo. spe Sim. A pretty moral; From the dejected state wherein he is, He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish. 1 Lord. He had need mean better than his out ward show Can any way speak in his just commend: To have practis'd more the whipstock, than the lance. 2 Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes To an honour'd triumph, strangely furnished. 3 Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust Until this day, to scour it in the dust. Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. But stay, the knights are coming; we'll withdraw Into the gallery. [Exeunt. [Great shouts, and all cry, The mean knight. A country gentleman; He's but Per. Yon king's to me, like to my father's picture, Which tells me, in that glory once he was; 1 Knight. Who can be other, in this royal presence? Sim. Here, with a cup that's stor❜d unto the To me, my father? What is it Sim. O, attend, my daughter; Princes, in this, should live like gods above, Who freely give to every one that comes To honour them; and princes, not doing so, Are like to gnats, which make a sound, but kill'd Are wonder'd at. Therefore to make's entrance more sweet, here say, Thai. Alas, my father, it befits not me Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else. Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please me better. My education being in arts and arms;) — A gentleman of Tyre, who only by He has done no more than other knights have And waste the time, which looks for other revels. done; Broken a staff, or so; so let it pass. Thai. To me he seems like diamond in glass.. Even in your armours, as you are address'd, Loud musick is too harsh for ladies' heads; Here is a lady that wants breathing too: Per. In those that practice them, they are, my lord. Sim. O, that's as much as you would be denied [The Knights and Ladies dance. Of your fair courtesy. Unclasp, unclasp; These knights unto their several lodgings: Yours, sir, We have given order to be next our own. Per. I am at your grace's pleasure. Sim. Princes, it is too late to talk of love. For that's the mark I know you level at: Therefore each one betake him to his rest; To-morrow, all for speeding do their best. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. - Tyre. A Room in the Governor's For which, the most high gods not minding longer To withhold the vengeance that they had in store, Due to this heinous capital offence; Even in the height and pride of all his glory, A fire from heaven came, and shrivell'd up Enter Three Lords. 1 Lord. See, not a man in private conference, Or council, has respect with him but he. 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 Heli cane; But if the prince do live, let us salute him, Or dead, gives cause to mourn his funeral,^ And leaves us to our free election. 2 Lord. Whose death's, îndeed, the strongest in our censure: And knowing this kingdom, if without a head, All. Live, noble Helicane! Hel. Try honour's cause; forbear your suffrages: 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 enjoinéth us, Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands; When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. [Exeunt. 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 Her reason to herself is only known, 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. 3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take Sim. So They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's letter: She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger knight, Enter PERICLES. Per. All fortune to the good Simonides! Sim. To you as much, sir! I am beholden to you, For your sweet musick 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; Sim. Sir, you are musick's master. My daughter? Per. As of a most virtuous princess. Sim. And she is fair too, is she not? Per. As a fair day in summer; wond'rous fair. A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre? [Aside. 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 That never relish'd of a base descent. I came unto your court, for honour's cause, Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, Who takes offence at that would make me glad? 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 Or think, may be as great in blood as I.) [Aside Thai. Both. [Exeunt. ACT III. Enter GoWER. Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout; No din but snores, the house about, 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 th' oven's mouth, As the blither for their drouth. Hymen hath brought the bride to bed, Where, by the loss of maidenhead, A babe is moulded; - Be attent, 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 to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter THAISA with child, and LYCHORIDA. MONIDES shows his daughter the letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES take leave of her father, and depart. Then SIMONIDES, &c. retire. SI Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch, Of Pericles the careful search By the four opposing coignes, The crown of Tyre, but he will none: Come not, in twice six moons, home, Will take the crown. The sum of this, Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing? Lychorida, her nurse, she takes, This stage, the ship, upon whose deck SCENE I. Enter PERICLES, on a ship at sea. Enter Two Sailors. 1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you, Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw; It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the fove Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, I would it would be quiet. 1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself." 2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not. 1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard; the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead. Per. That's your superstition. 1 Sail. Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it still hath been observed; and we are strong in earnest. [Exit. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight. Per. Be it as you think meet. — Most wretched queen! Lyc. Here she lies, sir. Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear; No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements 2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulk'd and bitumed ready. Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this? 2 Sail. We are near Tharsus. Per. Thither, gentle mariner, Alter thy course for Tyre. When can'st thou reach it? Patience, good sir, Enter CERIMON, a Servant, and some persons who have been shipwrecked. Now, mild may be thy life! Cer. Philemon, ho! For a more blust'rous birth had never babe: For thou'rt the rudeliest welcom'd to this world, As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, To herald thee from the womb: even at the first, Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit, Enter PHILEMON. Phil. Doth my lord call? Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men: It has been a turbulent and stormy night. this, With all thou canst find here. Now the good Till now, I ne'er endur'd. Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return; There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, |