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Act 2, Scene 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,

Which 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 hath so strictly tied

Her to her chamber, that 'tis impossible.

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

This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vowed,

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 dispatched; 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.

'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!

Well, I do commend her choice;

And will no longer have it be delayed.

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

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.

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.

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.

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 subtilty to have my life.

O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord,

A stranger and distressed gentleman,

That never aimed so high to love your daughter,

But bent all offices to honour her.

Simonides

Thou hast bewitched my daughter, and thou art

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.

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.

Simonides

Aside

Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.

Pericles

My actions are as noble as my thoughts,

That never relished of a base descent.

I came unto your court for honour's cause,

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.

Simonides

No?

Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. Enter THAISA.

Pericles

Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,

Resolve your angry father, if my tongue

Did e'er 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?

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

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

Your will to mine, — and you, sir, hear you,

Either be ruled by me, or I'll make you —

Man and wife:

Nay, come, your hands and lips must seal it too:

And being joined, I'll thus your hopes destroy;

And for further grief, — God give you joy! —

What, are you both pleased?

Thaisa

Yes, if you love me, sir.

Pericles

Even as my life my blood that fosters it.

Simonides

What, are you both agreed?

Both

Yes, if't 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.