you.

Sim. He loves you well, that holds bis life of y [The second knight passes.

Who is the second, that presents himself?

Thai. 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 per dulcura que per fuerça.

[The third knight passes.

Sim. And what's the third?
That. The third, of Antioch;
And his device, a wreath of chivalry:
The word, Me pompae provexit apex.

[The fourth knight passes.

Sim. What is the fourth?

Thai. A burning torch, that's turned upside down;

The word, Quod me alit, me extinguit. Sim. Which shows that beauty hath his and will,

Which can as well inflame as it can kill..

power

[The fifth knight passes.

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

[The sixth knight passes. Sim. And what's the sixth and last, which the knight himself

With such a graceful courtesy, deliver'd ?

Thai. He seems a stranger: but his present is A wither'd branch, that's only green at top; The motto, In hac spe vivo.

Sim. A pretty moral;

From the dejected state wherein he is,

He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish.

1. Lord. He had need mean better than his outward show

Can any way speak in his just commend:

For, by his rusty outside, he appears

To have practis'd more the whipstock, than the lance.

2. Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes To an honour'd triumph, strangely furnished,

3. Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust Until this day, to scour it in the dust.

Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward, habit by the inward man. But stay, the knights are coming; we'll withdraw Into the gallery. [Exeunt [Great shouts, and all cry, The mean knight.

SCENE III.

The same. A Hall of State. A Banquet prepared,

Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, Knights, and Attendants.

Sim. Knights,

To say you are 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.
Prepare for mirth, for becomes a feast:/

You are my guests.

Thai. But you, my knight and guest;
To whom this wreath of victory I give,50
And crown you King of this day's happiness.-

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Per. "Tis 'more

Tis more by fortune, Lady, than my merit. Sim. Call it by what you will, the day is yours; And here, I hope, is none that envies it. In framing artists, art hath thus decreed, To make some good, but others to exceed; And you're 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. Knights. We are honour'd much by good Simonides.

Sim. Your presence glads our days; honour we

For who hates

Marsh.

love,

Tour, hates the gods above.
yond's your place.

Per. Some other is more fit.

1. Knight. Contend not, Sir; for we are gentle

men,

That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Envy the great, nor do the low despise."
Per. You are right courteous knights.
Sim. Sit, sit, Sir; sit.

Per. By Jove, I wonder, that is King of thoughts, These cates resist me, she not thought upon. Thai. By Juvo, that is Queen

Of marriage, all the viands that I eat

Do seem unsavoury, wishing him my meat?
Sure he's a gallant gentleman.

Sim. He's butte

A country gentleman';

He has done no more than other knights have done; Broken a staff, or so, so let it pass.

Thai. To me he seems like diamond to glass.

me, like to my father's

Per. Yon King's to

picture,

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;
Where now his son's 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,
For he's their parent, and he is their grave,
And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Sim. What, are you merry, Knights ?

1. Knight. Who can be other, in this royal presence?

Sim. Here, with a cup that's stor❜d unto the brim,

(As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,) We drink this health to you.

Knights.

thank your Grace.

Sim. se a while:

Yon knight, methinks, doth sit too melancholy,
As if the entertainment in our court

Had not a show might countervail his worth.
Note it not you, Thaisa?

Thai. What is it

To me, my father?

Sim. O, attend, my daughter;

Princes, in this, should live like gods above,
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's entrance more sweet, here say,
We drink this standing-bowl of wine to him.
Thai. 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.

me better.

Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please
Aside.
Sim. And further tell him, we desire to know,
Of whence he is, his name and parentage.

Thai. The King my father, Sir, has drunk to ***you.

Per. I thank him.

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Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life. Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.

Thai. And further he desires to know of you, Of whence you are, your name and parentage. Per. A gentleman of Tyre - (my name, l'ericles;

My education being 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.
Thai. He thanks your Grace; names himself
Pericles,
A gentleman of Tyre, who only by
Misfortune of the seas has been hereft
Of ships and men, and cast upon this shore.

Sim. Now by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
Aud 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,
Will very well become a soldier's dance.
I will not have excuse, with saying, this
Loud musick is too harsh for ladies' heads;
Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.
[The Knights dance.
So,