For, by his rufty outfide, he appears To have practis'd more the whipftock, than the lance, 3 Lord. And on fet purpose let his armour ruft Until this day, to fcour it in the duft. Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan But stay, the knights are coming; we'll withdraw [Exeunt. [Great bouts, and all cry, The mean knight. SCENE III. The fame. A Hall of State.-A Banquet prepared. Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, Knights, and Attend Sim. Knights, ants, To fay you are welcome, were fuperfluous. To place upon the volume of your deeds, As in a title-page, your worth in armis, Were more than you expect, or more than's fit, Thai. But you, my knight and guest; To whom this wreath of victory I give, And crown you king of this day's happiness. Per. 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than my merit. And And you're her labour'd scholar. Come, queen o'the feast, (For, daughter, so you are,) here take your place : Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace. Knights. We are honour'd much by good Simonides. Sim. Your prefence glads our days; honour we love, For who hates honour, hates the gods above. Marsh. Sir, yond's your place. Per. Some other is more fit. 1 Knight. Contend not, fir; for we are gentlemen, That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes, Envy the great, nor do the low despise. Per. You are right courteous knights. Sit, fit, fir; fit. Per. By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts, These cates refift me, she not thought upon. Thai. By Juno, that is queen Of marriage, all the viands that I eat Do feem unfavoury, withing him, my meat? Sure he's a gallant gentleman. Sim. A country gentleman: He's but He has done no more than other knights have done; Thai. To me he seems like diamond to glass. Per. Yon king's to me, like to my father's picture, Which tells me, in that glory once he was; Where now his fon's a glow-worm in the night, For For he's their parent, and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they crave. 1 Knight. Who can be other, in this royal prefence? We drink this health to you. Knights. Sim. Yet paufe a while; We thank your grace. Yon knight, methinks, doth fit too melancholy, Had not a fhow might countervail his worth. Note it not you, Tha1fa ? Thai. To me, my father? Sim. What is it O, attend, my daughter; Princes, in this, fhould live like gods above, Are like to gnats, which make a found, but kill'd Therefore to make's entrance more fweet, here say, Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else. Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please me better. [dfide. Sim. And further tell him, we defire to know, Of whence he is, his name and parentage. Thai. The king my father, fir, has drunk to you. Per. I thank him. Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life. Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely. Thai. And further he defires to know of you, Of whence you are, your name and parentage. Per. A gentleman of Tyre-(my name, Pericles'; My education being in arts and arms ;)— Who looking for adventures in the world, Was by the rough feas reft of ships and men, And, after shipwreck, driven upon this shore. Thai. He thanks your grace; names himself Pericles, A gentleman of Tyre, who only by Misfortune of the feas has been bereft Of ships and men, and caft upon this shore. Sim. Now by the gods, I pity his misfortune, I will not have excufe, with saying, this [The Knights dance. So, this was well afk'd, 'twas fo well perform'd. Here is a lady that wants breathing too : And I have often head, you knights of Tyre And that their measures are as excellent. Per. In those that practise them, they are, my lord. [The Knights and Ladies dance. Of your fair courtefy.-Unclafp, unclafp; Thanks, Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well, But you the best. [To PERICLES.] Pages and lights, conduct These knights unto their several lodgings: Yours, fir, Sim. Princes, it is too late to talk of love, [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Tyre. A Room in the Governor's House. Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES. Hel. No, no, my Efcanes; know this of me,- For which, the most high gods not minding longer Even in the height and pride of all his glory, A fire from heaven came, and fhrivel'd up Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk, Hel. And yet but juft; for though This king were great, his greatness was no guard To bar heaven's shaft, but fin had his reward. Efce. 'Tis very true. Enter |