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Sim. Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim, (As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips) We drink this health to you, Knights.
We thank your grace.
What is it
0, attend, my daughter.
Thai. Alas, my father, it befits not me
[Aside. Sim. And further tell him, we desire to know, Of whence he is, his name, and parentage.
Thai. The king, my father, sir, has drunk to you.
1 The worthless monarch, and the idle gnat, have only lived to make an empty bluster; and when both alike are dead, we wonder how it happened that they made so much, or that we permitted them to make it.
2 By his entrance appears to be meant his present trance, the reverie in which he is sitting. VOL. VI.
Thai. And further he desires to know of
you, Of whence you are, your naine and parentage.
Per. A gentleman of Tyre—my name, Pericles;
Sim. Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
[The Knights dance.
Per. In those that practise 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; 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, sir, We have given order to be next our own.
Per. I am at your grace's pleasure.
1 “ As you are accoutred, prepared for combat.”
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.
SCENE IV. Tyre. A Room in the Governor's
Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES.
Esca. 'Twas very strange.
Hel. And yet but just ; for though
Esca. 'Tis very true.
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 curst be he that will not second it. 2 Lord. Follow me, then. Lord Helicane, a word. Hel. With me? and welcome. Happy day, my
1 i. e. which adored them.
2 To what this charge of partiality was designed to conduct, we do not learn; for it appears to have no influence over the rest of the dialogue.
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
1 Lord. Wrong not yourself, then, noble Helicane; But if the prince do live, let us salute him, Or know what ground's made happy by his breath. If in the world he live, we'll seek him out; If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there; And be resolved," he lives to govern us, Or dead, gives cause to mourn his funeral, And leaves us to our free election. 2 Lord. Whose death's, indeed, the strongest in our
censure ; And knowing this kingdom, if without a head, (Like goodly buildings left without a roof,) Will soon to ruin fall, your noble self, That best know'st how to rule, and how to reign, We thus submit unto,-our sovereign.
All. Live, noble Helicane!
Hel. Try honor's cause, forbear your suffrages;
2 i. e. “ the most probable in our opinion." Censure is frequently used for judgment, opinion, by Shakspeare. 3 The old copy reads :
« Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,” &c. Steevens contends for the old reading, that it is merely figurative.
4 Some word being omitted in this line in the old copy, Steevens thus supplied it :
« To forbear choice i'the absence of your king."
And in your search spend your adventurous worth ;
1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield; And, since lord Helicane enjoineth us, We with our travels will endeavor it. Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp
hands; When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands.
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
get. 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. One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery ; This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vowed, And on her virgin honor will not break it. 3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
[Exeunt. Sim. So, They're well despatched ; now to my daughter's letter. She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger-knight, Or never more to view nor day nor light. Mistress, 'tis well; your choice agrees with mine ; I like that well. Nay, how absolute she's in't, Not minding whether I dislike or no! Well, I commend her choice ;