Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)
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Enter the King[, Thaisa, Marshal, attendants,] and Knights [dressed in armor] from tilting.
770Simonides Knights,
To say you're welcome were superfluous:
¶To place upon the volume of your deeds,
¶As in a title page, your worth in arms,
¶Were more than you expect, or more than's fit,
¶Since every worth in show commends itself.
775Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.
| ¶You are princes, and my guests. | |
| ¶Thaisa | |
| [To Pericles] But you my knight and guest, | |
¶To whom this wreath of victory I give
¶And crown you king of this day's happiness.
[Thaisa puts a wreath on Pericles' head.]
780Pericles 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than my merit.
¶Simonides Call it by what you will, the day is yours,
¶And here, I hope, is none that envies it.
¶In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed:
¶To make some good, but others to exceed,
785And you are her labored scholar. [To Thaisa] Come, queen o'th'feast --
¶For, daughter, so you are --, here take your place.
¶[To Marshal] Marshal the rest as they deserve their grace.
¶Knights We are honored much by good Simonides.
[The Marshal shows the Knights to their places.]
¶Simonides Your presence glads our days. Honor we love,
790For who hates honor hates the gods above.
| ¶Marshal | |
| [To Pericles] Sir, yonder is your place. | |
| ¶Pericles | |
| Some other is more fit. | |
¶1 Knight Contend not, sir, for we are gentlemen
¶Have neither in our hearts nor outward eyes
795Envied the great, nor shall the low despise.
¶Pericles You are right courteous knights.
¶Simonides Sit, sir, sit.
[They begin the feast.]
¶These cates resist me, he not thought upon.
¶All viands that I eat do seem unsavory,
¶Wishing him my meat. [Aloud to Simonides] Sure, he's a gallant gentleman.
¶Simonides He's but a country gentleman;
Has done no more
¶than other knights have done:
¶than other knights have done:
Has broken a staff,
805or so; so let it pass.
805or so; so let it pass.
¶Which tells me in that glory once he was,
¶Had princes sit like stars about his throne,
810And he the sun for them to reverence.
¶None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights,
¶Did vail their crowns to his supremacy;
¶Where now his son's like a glow-worm in the night,
¶The which hath fire in darkness, none in light;
815Whereby I see that Time's the king of men:
¶He's both their parent and he is their grave,
¶And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
¶Knights Who can be other in this royal presence?
820Simonides 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. | |
[He drinks.] | |
| ¶Knights | |
| We thank your Grace. | |
825As if the entertainment in our court,
¶Had not a show might countervail his worth:
¶Note it not you, Thaisa?
¶Thaisa What is't to me, my father?
Should live like gods above,
¶who freely give
¶who freely give
To everyone that come to honor them:
¶And princes not doing so, are like to gnats,
¶Which make a sound, but, killed, are wondered at.
¶Therefore to make his entrance more sweet,
835Here: say we drink this standing bowl of wine to him.
[He drinks.]
¶Thaisa Alas, my father, it befits not me
¶Unto a stranger knight to be so bold!
¶He may my proffer take for an offence,
¶Since men take women's gifts for impudence.
840Simonides How? Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
¶Simonides And further, tell him we desire to know
¶Of whence he is, his name, and parentage.
[Thaisa approaches Pericles.]
¶Thaisa The King my father, sir, has drunk to you.
845Pericles I thank him.
¶Thaisa Wishing it so much blood unto your life.
¶Pericles I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
[He drinks.]
¶Thaisa And further, he desires to know of you
¶Of whence you are, your name and parentage.
850Pericles A gentleman of Tyre, my name Pericles;
¶My education been in arts and arms,
¶Who, looking for adventures in the world,
¶Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men,
¶And after shipwreck, driven upon this shore.
[Thaisa returns to Simonides.]
855Thaisa He thanks your Grace; names himself Pericles,
¶A gentleman of Tyre,
Who only by misfortune of the seas
¶Bereft of ships and men, cast on this shore.
¶Simonides Now by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
¶And will awake him from his melancholy.
860[To all] Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
¶And waste the time which looks for other revels.
¶Even in your armors as you are addressed
¶Will well become a soldiers' dance.
¶I will not have excuse with saying this:
865"Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads" --
¶Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.
¶
[Music, and the Knights] dance.
¶Simonides So this was well asked, 'twas so well performed.
¶[Indicating Thaisa to Pericles] Come, sir, here's a lady that wants breathing too,
870And, I have heard, you knights of Tyre
¶Are excellent in making ladies trip,
¶And that their measures are as excellent.
¶Pericles In those that practice them, they are, my lord.
¶Simonides Oh, that's as much as you would be denied
875Of your fair courtesy.
¶
They dance.
Simonides Unclasp, unclasp!
¶Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well.
¶These knights unto their several lodgings.
880[To Pericles] Yours, sir, we have given order be next our own.
¶Pericles I am at your Grace's pleasure.
¶[Simonides] Princes, it is too late to talk of love,
¶And that's the mark, I know, you level at.
¶Therefore, each one betake him to his rest,
885Tomorrow all for speeding do their best.
[Exeunt.]
