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Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
From her propriety.

      — Othello, Act II Scene 3

Pericles, Prince of Tyre

Act II

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Scene 1. Pentapolis. An open place by the sea-side.

Scene 2. The same. A public way or platform leading to the

Scene 3. The same. A hall of state: a banquet prepared.

Scene 4. Tyre. A room in the Governor’s house.

Scene 5. Pentapolis. A room in the palace.

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Act II, Scene 1

Pentapolis. An open place by the sea-side.

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[Enter PERICLES, wet]

  • Pericles. Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven! 580
    Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man
    Is but a substance that must yield to you;
    And I, as fits my nature, do obey you:
    Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks,
    Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath 585
    Nothing to think on but ensuing death:
    Let it suffice the greatness of your powers
    To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes;
    And having thrown him from your watery grave,
    Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave. 590

[Enter three FISHERMEN]

  • First Fisherman. Look how thou stirrest now! come away, or I'll
    fetch thee with a wanion.
  • Third Fisherman. Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor men that
    were cast away before us even now.
  • First Fisherman. Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart to hear what 600
    pitiful cries they made to us to help them, when,
    well-a-day, we could scarce help ourselves.
  • Third Fisherman. Nay, master, said not I as much when I saw the
    porpus how he bounced and tumbled? they say
    they're half fish, half flesh: a plague on them, 605
    they ne'er come but I look to be washed. Master, I
    marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
  • First Fisherman. Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the
    little ones: I can compare our rich misers to
    nothing so fitly as to a whale; a' plays and 610
    tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at
    last devours them all at a mouthful: such whales
    have I heard on o' the land, who never leave gaping
    till they've swallowed the whole parish, church,
    steeple, bells, and all. 615
  • Third Fisherman. But, master, if I had been the sexton, I would have
    been that day in the belfry.
  • Third Fisherman. Because he should have swallowed me too: and when I 620
    had been in his belly, I would have kept such a
    jangling of the bells, that he should never have
    left, till he cast bells, steeple, church, and
    parish up again. But if the good King Simonides
    were of my mind,— 625
  • Third Fisherman. We would purge the land of these drones, that rob
    the bee of her honey.
  • Pericles. [Aside] How from the finny subject of the sea
    These fishers tell the infirmities of men; 630
    And from their watery empire recollect
    All that may men approve or men detect!
    Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen.
  • Second Fisherman. Honest! good fellow, what's that? If it be a day
    fits you, search out of the calendar, and nobody 635
    look after it.
  • Pericles. May see the sea hath cast upon your coast.
  • Pericles. A man whom both the waters and the wind, 640
    In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball
    For them to play upon, entreats you pity him:
    He asks of you, that never used to beg.
  • First Fisherman. No, friend, cannot you beg? Here's them in our
    country Greece gets more with begging than we can do 645
    with working.
  • Second Fisherman. Nay, then thou wilt starve, sure; for here's nothing
    to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish for't. 650
  • Pericles. What I have been I have forgot to know;
    But what I am, want teaches me to think on:
    A man throng'd up with cold: my veins are chill,
    And have no more of life than may suffice
    To give my tongue that heat to ask your help; 655
    Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
    For that I am a man, pray see me buried.
  • First Fisherman. Die quoth-a? Now gods forbid! I have a gown here;
    come, put it on; keep thee warm. Now, afore me, a
    handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home, and 660
    we'll have flesh for holidays, fish for
    fasting-days, and moreo'er puddings and flap-jacks,
    and thou shalt be welcome.
  • Second Fisherman. But crave! Then I'll turn craver too, and so I
    shall 'scape whipping.
  • Pericles. Why, are all your beggars whipped, then?
  • Second Fisherman. O, not all, my friend, not all; for if all your 670
    beggars were whipped, I would wish no better office
    than to be beadle. But, master, I'll go draw up the
    net.

[Exit with Third Fisherman]

  • Pericles. [Aside] How well this honest mirth becomes their labour! 675
  • First Fisherman. Why, I'll tell you: this is called Pentapolis, and
    our king the good Simonides.
  • Pericles. The good King Simonides, do you call him. 680
  • First Fisherman. Ay, sir; and he deserves so to be called for his
    peaceable reign and good government.
  • Pericles. He is a happy king, since he gains from his subjects
    the name of good by his government. How far is his
    court distant from this shore? 685
  • First Fisherman. Marry, sir, half a day's journey: and I'll tell
    you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow is her
    birth-day; and there are princes and knights come
    from all parts of the world to just and tourney for her love.
  • Pericles. Were my fortunes equal to my desires, I could wish 690
    to make one there.
  • First Fisherman. O, sir, things must be as they may; and what a man
    cannot get, he may lawfully deal for—his wife's soul.

[Re-enter Second and Third Fishermen, drawing up a net]

  • Second Fisherman. Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, 695
    like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly
    come out. Ha! bots on't, 'tis come at last, and
    'tis turned to a rusty armour.
  • Pericles. An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it.
    Thanks, fortune, yet, that, after all my crosses, 700
    Thou givest me somewhat to repair myself;
    And though it was mine own, part of my heritage,
    Which my dead father did bequeath to me.
    With this strict charge, even as he left his life,
    'Keep it, my Pericles; it hath been a shield 705
    Twixt me and death;'—and pointed to this brace;—
    'For that it saved me, keep it; in like necessity—
    The which the gods protect thee from!—may
    defend thee.'
    It kept where I kept, I so dearly loved it; 710
    Till the rough seas, that spare not any man,
    Took it in rage, though calm'd have given't again:
    I thank thee for't: my shipwreck now's no ill,
    Since I have here my father's gift in's will.
  • Pericles. To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,
    For it was sometime target to a king;
    I know it by this mark. He loved me dearly,
    And for his sake I wish the having of it;
    And that you'ld guide me to your sovereign's court, 720
    Where with it I may appear a gentleman;
    And if that ever my low fortune's better,
    I'll pay your bounties; till then rest your debtor.
  • Pericles. I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms. 725
  • Second Fisherman. Ay, but hark you, my friend; 'twas we that made up
    this garment through the rough seams of the waters:
    there are certain condolements, certain vails. I
    hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from 730
    whence you had it.
  • Pericles. Believe 't, I will.
    By your furtherance I am clothed in steel;
    And, spite of all the rapture of the sea,
    This jewel holds his building on my arm: 735
    Unto thy value I will mount myself
    Upon a courser, whose delightful steps
    Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread.
    Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided
    Of a pair of bases. 740
  • Second Fisherman. We'll sure provide: thou shalt have my best gown to
    make thee a pair; and I'll bring thee to the court myself.
  • Pericles. Then honour be but a goal to my will,
    This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill.

[Exeunt]

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Act II, Scene 2

The same. A public way or platform leading to the

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lists. A pavilion by the side of it for the [p]reception of King, Princess, Lords, &c.

[Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, and Attendants]

  • Simonides. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?
  • First Lord. They are, my liege; 750
    And stay your coming to present themselves.
  • Simonides. Return them, we are ready; and our daughter,
    In honour of whose birth these triumphs are,
    Sits here, like beauty's child, whom nature gat
    For men to see, and seeing wonder at. 755

[Exit a Lord]

  • Thaisa. It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express
    My commendations great, whose merit's less.
  • Simonides. It's fit it should be so; for princes are
    A model which heaven makes like to itself: 760
    As jewels lose their glory if neglected,
    So princes their renowns if not respected.
    'Tis now your honour, daughter, to explain
    The labour of each knight in his device.
  • Thaisa. Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll perform. 765
    [Enter a Knight; he passes over, and his Squire]
    presents his shield to the Princess]
  • Simonides. Who is the first that doth prefer himself?
  • Thaisa. A knight of Sparta, my renowned father;
    And the device he bears upon his shield 770
    Is a black Ethiope reaching at the sun
    The word, 'Lux tua vita mihi.'
  • Simonides. He loves you well that holds his life of you.
    [The Second Knight passes over]
    Who is the second that presents himself? 775
  • Thaisa. A prince of Macedon, my royal father;
    And the device he bears upon his shield
    Is an arm'd knight that's conquer'd by a lady;
    The motto thus, in Spanish, 'Piu por dulzura que por fuerza.'

[The Third Knight passes over]

  • Thaisa. The third of Antioch;
    And his device, a wreath of chivalry;
    The word, 'Me pompae provexit apex.'

[The Fourth Knight passes over]

  • Thaisa. A burning torch that's turned upside down;
    The word, 'Quod me alit, me extinguit.'
  • Simonides. Which shows that beauty hath his power and will,
    Which can as well inflame as it can kill. 790

[The Fifth Knight passes over]

  • Thaisa. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds,
    Holding out gold that's by the touchstone tried;
    The motto thus, 'Sic spectanda fides.'

[The Sixth Knight, PERICLES, passes over]

  • Simonides. And what's
    The sixth and last, the which the knight himself
    With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd?
  • Thaisa. He seems to be a stranger; but his present is
    A wither'd branch, that's only green at top; 800
    The motto, 'In hac spe vivo.'
  • Simonides. A pretty moral;
    From the dejected state wherein he is,
    He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish.
  • First Lord. He had need mean better than his outward show 805
    Can any way speak in his just commend;
    For by his rusty outside he appears
    To have practised more the whipstock than the lance.
  • Second Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes
    To an honour'd triumph strangely furnished. 810
  • Third Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust
    Until this day, to scour it in the dust.
  • Simonides. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan
    The outward habit by the inward man.
    But stay, the knights are coming: we will withdraw 815
    Into the gallery.

[Exeunt]

[Great shouts within and all cry 'The mean knight!']

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Act II, Scene 3

The same. A hall of state: a banquet prepared.

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[Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, Attendants, and] [p]Knights, from tilting]

  • Simonides. 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, 825
    Since every worth in show commends itself.
    Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast:
    You are princes and my guests.
  • Thaisa. But you, my knight and guest;
    To whom this wreath of victory I give, 830
    And crown you king of this day's happiness.
  • Pericles. 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than by 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, 835
    To make some good, but others to exceed;
    And you are her labour'd scholar. Come, queen o'
    the feast,—
    For, daughter, so you are,—here take your place:
    Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace. 840
  • Knights. We are honour'd much by good Simonides.
  • Simonides. Your presence glads our days: honour we love;
    For who hates honour hates the gods above.
  • Marshal. Sir, yonder is your place.
  • First Knight. Contend not, sir; for we are gentlemen
    That neither in our hearts nor outward eyes
    Envy the great nor do the low despise.
  • Pericles. You are right courteous knights.
  • Pericles. By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts,
    These cates resist me, she but thought upon.
  • Thaisa. By Juno, that is queen of marriage,
    All viands that I eat do seem unsavoury.
    Wishing him my meat. Sure, he's a gallant gentleman. 855
  • Simonides. He's but a country gentleman;
    Has done no more than other knights have done;
    Has broken a staff or so; so let it pass.
  • Thaisa. To me he seems like diamond to glass.
  • Pericles. Yon king's to me like to my father's picture, 860
    Which tells me in that glory once he was;
    Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne,
    And he the sun, for them to reverence;
    None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights,
    Did vail their crowns to his supremacy: 865
    Where now his son's like a glow-worm in the night,
    The which hath fire in darkness, none in light:
    Whereby 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. 870
  • Knights. Who can be other in this royal presence?
  • Simonides. 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. 875
  • Simonides. Yet pause awhile:
    Yon knight doth sit too melancholy,
    As if the entertainment in our court
    Had not a show might countervail his worth. 880
    Note it not you, Thaisa?
  • Thaisa. What is it
    To me, my father?
  • Simonides. O, attend, my daughter:
    Princes in this should live like gods above, 885
    Who freely give to every one that comes
    To honour them:
    And princes not doing so are like to gnats,
    Which make a sound, but kill'd are wonder'd at.
    Therefore to make his entrance more sweet, 890
    Here, say we drink this standing-bowl of wine to him.
  • 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. 895
  • Simonides. How!
    Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
  • Thaisa. [Aside] Now, by the gods, he could not please me better.
  • Simonides. And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him,
    Of whence he is, his name and parentage. 900
  • Thaisa. The king my father, sir, has drunk to you.
  • Thaisa. Wishing it so much blood unto your life.
  • Pericles. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
  • Thaisa. And further he desires to know of you, 905
    Of whence you are, your name and parentage.
  • Pericles. 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, 910
    And after shipwreck driven upon this shore.
  • Thaisa. 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. 915
  • Simonides. Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
    And will awake him from his melancholy.
    Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
    And waste the time, which looks for other revels.
    Even in your armours, as you are address'd, 920
    Will very well become a soldier's dance.
    I will not have excuse, with saying this
    Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads,
    Since they love men in arms as well as beds.
    [The Knights dance] 925
    So, this was well ask'd,'twas so well perform'd.
    Come, sir;
    Here is a lady that wants breathing too:
    And I have heard, you knights of Tyre
    Are excellent in making ladies trip; 930
    And that their measures are as excellent.
  • Pericles. In those that practise them they are, my lord.
  • Simonides. O, that's as much as you would be denied
    Of your fair courtesy.
    [The Knights and Ladies dance] 935
    Unclasp, unclasp:
    Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well.
    [To PERICLES]
    But you the best. Pages and lights, to conduct
    These knights unto their several lodgings! 940
    [To PERICLES]
    Yours, sir,
    We have given order to be next our own.
  • Pericles. I am at your grace's pleasure.
  • Simonides. Princes, it is too late to talk of love; 945
    And 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.

[Exeunt]

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Act II, Scene 4

Tyre. A room in the Governor’s house.

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[Enter GOWER]

  • Gower. Here have you seen a mighty king
    His child, I wis, to incest bring;
    A better prince and benign lord,
    That will prove awful both in deed and word.
    Be quiet then as men should be, 535
    Till he hath pass'd necessity.
    I'll show you those in troubles reign,
    Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
    The good in conversation,
    To whom I give my benison, 540
    Is still at Tarsus, where each man
    Thinks all is writ he speken can;
    And, to remember what he does,
    Build his statue to make him glorious:
    But tidings to the contrary 545
    Are brought your eyes; what need speak I?
    DUMB SHOW.
    [Enter at one door PERICLES talking with CLEON; all]
    the train with them. Enter at another door a
    Gentleman, with a letter to PERICLES; PERICLES 550
    shows the letter to CLEON; gives the Messenger a
    reward, and knights him. Exit PERICLES at one
    door, and CLEON at another]
    Good Helicane, that stay'd at home,
    Not to eat honey like a drone 555
    From others' labours; for though he strive
    To killen bad, keep good alive;
    And to fulfil his prince' desire,
    Sends word of all that haps in Tyre:
    How Thaliard came full bent with sin 560
    And had intent to murder him;
    And that in Tarsus was not best
    Longer for him to make his rest.
    He, doing so, put forth to seas,
    Where when men been, there's seldom ease; 565
    For now the wind begins to blow;
    Thunder above and deeps below
    Make such unquiet, that the ship
    Should house him safe is wreck'd and split;
    And he, good prince, having all lost, 570
    By waves from coast to coast is tost:
    All perishen of man, of pelf,
    Ne aught escapen but himself;
    Till fortune, tired with doing bad,
    Threw him ashore, to give him glad: 575
    And here he comes. What shall be next,
    Pardon old Gower,—this longs the text.

[Exit]

[Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES]

  • Helicanus. No, Escanes, know this of me,
    Antiochus from incest lived not free:
    For which, the most high gods not minding longer
    To withhold the vengeance that they had in store,
    Due to this heinous capital offence, 955
    Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
    When he was seated in a chariot
    Of an inestimable value, and his daughter with him,
    A fire from heaven came and shrivell'd up
    Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk, 960
    That all those eyes adored them ere their fall
    Scorn now their hand should give them burial.
  • Helicanus. And yet but justice; for though
    This king were great, his greatness was no guard 965
    To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward.

[Enter two or three Lords]

  • First Lord. See, not a man in private conference
    Or council has respect with him but he. 970
  • Second Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof.
  • Third Lord. And cursed be he that will not second it.
  • First Lord. Follow me, then. Lord Helicane, a word.
  • Helicanus. With me? and welcome: happy day, my lords.
  • First Lord. Know that our griefs are risen to the top, 975
    And now at length they overflow their banks.
  • Helicanus. Your griefs! for what? wrong not your prince you love.
  • First 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. 980
    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, give's cause to mourn his funeral,
    And leave us to our free election. 985
  • Second Lord. Whose death indeed's the strongest in our censure:
    And knowing this kingdom is without a head,—
    Like goodly buildings left without a roof
    Soon fall to ruin,—your noble self,
    That best know how to rule and how to reign, 990
    We thus submit unto,—our sovereign.
  • All. Live, noble Helicane!
  • Helicanus. For honour's cause, forbear your suffrages:
    If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear.
    Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, 995
    Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease.
    A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you to
    Forbear the absence of your king:
    If in which time expired, he not return,
    I shall with aged patience bear your yoke. 1000
    But if I cannot win you to this love,
    Go search like nobles, like noble subjects,
    And in your search spend your adventurous worth;
    Whom if you find, and win unto return,
    You shall like diamonds sit about his crown. 1005
  • First Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield;
    And since Lord Helicane enjoineth us,
    We with our travels will endeavour us.
  • Helicanus. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands:
    When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. 1010

[Exeunt]

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Act II, Scene 5

Pentapolis. A room in the palace.

       
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[Enter SIMONIDES, reading a letter, at one door:] [p]the Knights meet him]

  • Simonides. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know, 1015
    That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake
    A married life.
    Her reason to herself is only known,
    Which yet from her by no means can I get.
  • Simonides. 'Faith, by no means; she has 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 vow'd
    And on her virgin honour will not break it. 1025

[Exeunt Knights]

  • Simonides. So,
    They are well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter:
    She tells me here, she'd wed the stranger knight, 1030
    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; 1035
    And will no longer have it be delay'd.
    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 1040
    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. 1045
  • 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. 1050
  • 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. 1055
  • 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 subtlety to have my life. 1060
    O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord,
    A stranger and distressed gentleman,
    That never aim'd so high to love your daughter,
    But bent all offices to honour her.
  • Simonides. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art 1065
    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. 1070
  • Pericles. Even in his throat—unless it be the king—
    That calls me traitor, I return the lie. 1075
  • Simonides. [Aside] Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.
  • Pericles. My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
    That never relish'd of a base descent.
    I came unto your court for honour's cause,
    And not to be a rebel to her state; 1080
    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 ere solicit, or my hand subscribe
    To any syllable that made love to you.
  • Thaisa. Why, sir, say if you had, 1090
    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. 1095
    Will you, not having my consent,
    Bestow your love and your affections
    Upon a stranger?
    [Aside]
    who, for aught I know, 1100
    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 will make you— 1105
    Man and wife:
    Nay, come, your hands and lips must seal it too:
    And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy;
    And for a further grief,—God give you joy!—
    What, are you both pleased? 1110
  • Thaisa. Yes, if you love me, sir.
  • Pericles. Even as my life, or blood that fosters it.
  • Both. Yes, if it please your majesty.
  • Simonides. It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed; 1115
    And then with what haste you can get you to bed.

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