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i Lord. Know that our griefs are risen to the top, And now at length they overflow their banks.
Hel. Your griefs, for what? wrong not the prince
i 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. If in the world he live, we'll seek him out; If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there; And be resolv’d,} he lives to govern us, Or dead, gives cause to mourn his funeral, And leaves us to our free election. 2 Lord. Whose death's indeed, the strongest in our
censure :4 And knowing this kingdom, if without a head, (Like goodly buildings left without a roof,) Will soon to ruin fall, your noble self, That best know'st how to rule, and how to reign, We thus submit unto, -our sovereign.
All. Live, noble Helicane !
Hel. Try honour's cause, forbear your suffrages : If that you love prince Pericles, forbear, Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease. A twelvemonth longer, let me then entreat you To forbear choice i’the absence of your king; If in which time expir'd, he not return, I shall with aged patience bear your yoke. But if I cannot win you to this love, Ģo search like noblemen, like noble subjects, And in your search spend your adventurous worth ;
Whom if you find, and win ynto return,
1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield;
Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp
When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands.
Pentapolis. A Room in the Palace.
Enter SIMONIDES, reading a Letter, the Knights meet
2 Knight. May we not get access to her, my lord ?
her To her chamber, that it is 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. 3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take our leayes.
[Ereunt. Sim. So
They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's
Sim. To you as much, sir! I am beholden to you,
Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend; Not my
Sir, you are musick's master.
As of a most virtuous princess.
Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you; Ay, so well, sir, that you must be her master, And she'll your scholar be; therefore look to it.
Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster.
Per. What's here ! A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre? 'Tis the king's subtilty, to have my life. [Aside. O, seek not to intrap, my gracious lord, A stranger and distressed gentleman, That never aim'd so high, to love your daughter, But bent all offices to honour her. Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thon
art A villain.
Per. By the gods, I have not, sir.
Sim. Traitor, thou liest.
Ay, traitor, sir. Per. Even in his throat, (unless it be the king.) That calls me traitor, I return the lie. Sim. Now, by the gods, 1 do applaud his courage.
Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
Thai. Why, sir, say if you had,
Sim. Yea, mistress; are you so perémptory?-
you; I'll bring you in subjection.Will you, not having my consent, bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger ? (Who, for ought I know to the contrary, Or think, may be as great in blood as I.)
[Aside: Hear therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine, And you, sir, hear you.-Either be ruld by me, Or I will make you—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 pleas'd?
Yes, if you love me, sir, Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Sim. What are you both agreed? Both
Yes, 'please your majesty. Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed ; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed.
[Ereunt. ACT III.
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