PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE 2.5

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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE 2.5

Pentapolis. A room in the palace.

[Enter SIMONIDES, reading a letter, at one door:

the Knights meet him]

First Knight Good morrow to the good Simonides.

SIMONIDES Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,

That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake

A married life.

Her reason to herself is only known, 5

Which yet from her by no means can I get.

Second Knight May 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.

One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery; 10

This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd

And on her virgin honour will not break it.

Third Knight Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.

[Exeunt Knights]

SIMONIDES So,

They are well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter: 15

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,

Not minding whether I dislike or no! 20

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]

PERICLES All fortune to the good Simonides!

SIMONIDES To you as much, sir! I am beholding to you 25

For your sweet music this last night: I do

Protest my ears were never better fed

With such delightful pleasing harmony.

PERICLES It is your grace's pleasure to commend;

Not my desert. 30

SIMONIDES Sir, you are music's master.

PERICLES The worst of all her scholars, my good lord.

SIMONIDES Let me ask you one thing:

What do you think of my daughter, sir?

PERICLES A most virtuous princess. 35

SIMONIDES And she is fair too, is she not?

PERICLES As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair.

SIMONIDES Sir, my daughter thinks very well of you;

Ay, so well, that you must be her master,

And she will be your scholar: therefore look to it. 40

PERICLES I am unworthy for her schoolmaster.

SIMONIDES She thinks not so; peruse this writing else.

PERICLES [Aside] What's here?

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.

SIMONIDES Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art 50

A villain.

PERICLES 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. 55

SIMONIDES Traitor, thou liest.

PERICLES Traitor!

SIMONIDES Ay, traitor.

PERICLES Even in his throat--unless it be the king--

That calls me traitor, I return the lie. 60

SIMONIDES [Aside] Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.

PERICLES 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; 65

And he that otherwise accounts of me,

This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.

SIMONIDES No?

Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.

[Enter THAISA]

PERICLES Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, 70

Resolve your angry father, if my tongue

Did ere solicit, or my hand subscribe

To any syllable that made love to you.

THAISA Why, sir, say if you had,

Who takes offence at that would make me glad? 75

SIMONIDES 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,

Bestow your love and your affections 80

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 85

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:

And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy; 90

And for a further grief,--God give you joy!--

What, are you both pleased?

THAISA Yes, if you love me, sir.

PERICLES Even as my life, or blood that fosters it.

SIMONIDES What, are you both agreed? 95

BOTH Yes, if it please your majesty.

SIMONIDES It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed;

And then with what haste you can get you to bed.

[Exeunt]

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		[Enter SIMONIDES, reading a letter, at one door:
		the Knights meet him]

SIMONIDES	Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
	That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake
	A married life.
	Her reason to herself is only known,	5
	Which yet from her by no means can I get.

SIMONIDES	'Faith, by no means; she has so strictly tied
	Her to her chamber, that 'tis impossible.
	One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery;	10
	This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd
	And on her virgin honour will not break it.

Third Knight		Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
		[Exeunt Knights]

SIMONIDES	So,
	They are well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter:	15
	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,
	Not minding whether I dislike or no!	20
	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]

SIMONIDES	To you as much, sir! I am beholding to you	25
	For your sweet music this last night: I do
	Protest my ears were never better fed
	With such delightful pleasing harmony.

PERICLES		It is your grace's pleasure to commend;
		Not my desert.	30

SIMONIDES		Let me ask you one thing:
		What do you think of my daughter, sir?

SIMONIDES	Sir, my daughter thinks very well of you;
	Ay, so well, that you must be her master,
	And she will be your scholar: therefore look to it.	40

PERICLES	[Aside] What's here?
	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.

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SIMONIDES		Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art	50
		A villain.

PERICLES	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.	55

PERICLES		Even in his throat--unless it be the king--
		That calls me traitor, I return the lie.	60

PERICLES	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;	65
	And he that otherwise accounts of me,
	This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.

SIMONIDES		No?
		Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
		[Enter THAISA]

PERICLES	Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,	70
	Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
	Did ere solicit, or my hand subscribe
	To any syllable that made love to you.

THAISA		Why, sir, say if you had,
		Who takes offence at that would make me glad?	75

SIMONIDES	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,
	Bestow your love and your affections	80
	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	85
	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:
	And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy;	90
	And for a further grief,--God give you joy!--
	What, are you both pleased?

SIMONIDES		It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed;
		And then with what haste you can get you to bed.
		[Exeunt]