Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
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Enter the King and Knights from Tilting.
¶I place vpon the volume of your deedes,
¶As in a Title page, your worth in armes,
¶Were more then you expect, or more then's fit,
775Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a Feast.
¶You are Princes, and my guestes.
¶To whom this Wreath of victorie I giue,
780Peri. Tis more by Fortune (Lady) then my Merit.
¶King. Call it by what you will, the day is your,
¶And here (I hope) is none that enuies it:
¶In framing an Artist, art hath thus decreed,
¶To make some good, but others to exceed,
¶For (Daughter) so you are; heere take your place:
¶Knights. We are honour'd much by good Symonides.
790For who hates honour, hates the Gods aboue.
¶Marshal. Sir, yonder is your place.
¶Peri. Some other is more fit.
¶Haue neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
¶Peri. You are right courtious Knights.
¶By Ioue (I wonder) that is King of thoughts,
800Tha. By Iuno (that is Queene of mariage)
¶Kin. Hee's but a countrie Gentleman: ha's done no more
¶Then other Knights haue done, ha's broken a Staffe,
¶Peri. You Kings to mee, like to my fathers picture,
¶Which tels in that glory once he was,
¶Had Princes sit like Starres about his Throane,
810And hee the Sunne for them to reuerence;
¶Did vaile their Crownes to his supremacie;
¶Where now his sonne like a Gloworme in the night,
815Whereby I see that Time's the King of men,
¶Hee's both their Parent, and he is their Graue,
¶And giues them what he will, not what they craue.
¶King. What, are you merry, Knights?
¶As do you loue, fill to your Mistris lippes,
¶Wee drinke this health to you.
¶Knights. We thanke your Grace.
825As if the entertainement in our Court,
¶Had not a shew might counteruaile his worth:
¶Note it not you, Thaisa.
¶Tha. What is't to me, my father?
¶king. O attend my Daughter,
830Princes in this, should liue like Gods aboue,
¶Who freely giue to euery one that come to honour them:
¶And Princes not doing so, are like to Gnats,
¶Which make a sound, but kild, are wondred at:
¶Therefore to make his entraunce more sweet,
¶Tha. Alas my Father, it befits not mee,
¶He may my profer take for an offence,
¶Since men take womens giftes for impudence.
¶Of whence he is, his name, and Parentage?
845Peri. I thanke him.
¶Peri. I thanke both him and you, and pledge him freely.
¶Of whence you are, your name and parentage?
850Peri. A Gentleman of Tyre, my name Pericles,
¶My education beene in Artes and Armes:
¶Who looking for aduentures in the world,
¶Was by the rough Seas reft_of Ships and men,
¶A Gentleman of Tyre: who onely by misfortune of the seas,
¶king. Now by the Gods, I pitty his misfortune,
¶And will awake him from his melancholy.
860Come Gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
¶And waste the time which lookes for other reuels;
¶Euen in your Armours as you are addrest,
¶Will well become a Souldiers daunce:
¶Since they loue men in armes, as well as beds.
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They daunce.
¶So, this was well askt, t'was so well perform'd.
¶Come sir, heer's a Lady that wants breathing too,
870And I haue heard, you Knights of Tyre,
¶Are excellent in making Ladyes trippe;
¶And that their Measures are as excellent.
¶king. Oh that's as much, as you would be denyed
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They daunce.
¶Thankes Gentlemen to all, all haue done well;
¶But you the best: Pages and lights, to conduct
880Yours sir, we haue giuen order be next our owne.
¶Princes, it is too late to talke of Loue.
¶And that's the marke I know, you leuell at:
¶Therefore each one betake him to his rest,
