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| SCENE V. Pentapolis. A room in the palace. |
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Enter SIMONIDES, reading a letter, at one door: the Knights meet him
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| First Knight |
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Good morrow to the good Simonides.
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| SIMONIDES |
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Knights, 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.
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| Second Knight |
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May we not get access to her, my lord?
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| SIMONIDES |
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'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.
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| Third Knight |
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Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
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Exeunt Knights
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| SIMONIDES |
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So,
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.
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Enter PERICLES
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| PERICLES |
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All fortune to the good Simonides!
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| SIMONIDES |
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25 To 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.
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| PERICLES |
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It is your grace's pleasure to commend;
30 Not my desert.
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| SIMONIDES |
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Sir, you are music's master.
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| PERICLES |
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The worst of all her scholars, my good lord.
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| SIMONIDES |
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Let me ask you one thing:
What do you think of my daughter, sir?
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| PERICLES |
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35 A most virtuous princess.
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| SIMONIDES |
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And she is fair too, is she not?
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| PERICLES |
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As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair.
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| SIMONIDES |
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Sir, 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.
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| PERICLES |
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I am unworthy for her schoolmaster.
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| SIMONIDES |
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She thinks not so; peruse this writing else.
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| PERICLES |
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(Aside)
What's here?
A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre!
45 'Tis the king's subtlety 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.
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| SIMONIDES |
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50 Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art
A villain.
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| PERICLES |
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By the gods, I have not:
Never did thought of mine levy offence;
Nor never did my actions yet commence
55 A deed might gain her love or your displeasure.
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| SIMONIDES |
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Traitor, thou liest.
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| PERICLES |
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Traitor!
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| SIMONIDES |
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Ay, traitor.
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| PERICLES |
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Even in his throat--unless it be the king--
60 That calls me traitor, I return the lie.
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| SIMONIDES |
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(Aside)
Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.
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| PERICLES |
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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,
65 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.
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| SIMONIDES |
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No?
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
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Enter THAISA
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| PERICLES |
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70 Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
Did ere solicit, or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you.
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| THAISA |
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Why, sir, say if you had,
75 Who takes offence at that would make me glad?
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| SIMONIDES |
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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,
80 Bestow 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.--
85 Therefore hear you, mistress; either frame
Your will to mine,--and you, sir, hear you,
Either be ruled by me, or I will make you--
Man and wife:
Nay, come, your hands and lips must seal it too:
90 And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy;
And for a further grief,--God give you joy!--
What, are you both pleased?
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| THAISA |
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Yes, if you love me, sir.
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| PERICLES |
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Even as my life, or blood that fosters it.
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| SIMONIDES |
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95 What, are you both agreed?
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Yes, if it please your majesty.
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| SIMONIDES |
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It 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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Exeunt
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