Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
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¶King. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
¶That for this twelue-month, shee'le not vndertake
¶Which from her, by no meanes can I get.
¶Tyed her to her Chamber, that t'is impossible:
¶One twelue Moones more shee'le weare Dianas liuerie:
¶This by the eye of Cinthya hath she vowed,
960And on her Virgin honour, will not breake it.
¶3.knight. Loth to bid farewell, we take our leaues.
¶Now to my daughters Letter; she telles me heere,
¶Shee'le wedde the stranger Knight,
965Or neuer more to view nor day nor light.
¶T'is well Mistris, your choyce agrees with mine:
¶Not minding whether I dislike or no.
¶Well, I do commend her choyce, and will no longer
970Haue it be delayed: Soft, heere he comes,
¶
Enter Pericles.
¶Peri. All fortune to the good Symonides.
¶King. To you as much: Sir, I am behoulding to you
¶I do protest, my eares were neuer better fedde
¶Not my desert.
¶king. Let me aske you one thing:
¶What do you thinke of my Daughter, sir?
¶Peri. As a faire day in Sommer: woondrous faire.
king.
