ARKCODEX
Act II, Scene 3
1The same. A hall of state: a banquet prepared.
2Enter Simonides, Thaisa, Lords, Attendants, and Knights, from tilting.
3SimonidesKnights,
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,
Since every worth in show commends itself.
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast:
You are princes and my guests.
4ThaisaBut you, my knight and guest;
To whom this wreath of victory I give,
And crown you king of this day’s happiness.
5Pericles’Tis more by fortune, lady, than by merit.
6SimonidesCall 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,
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.
7KnightsWe are honour’d much by good Simonides.
8SimonidesYour presence glads our days: honour we love;
For who hates honour hates the gods above.
9MarshalSir, yonder is your place.
10PericlesSome other is more fit.
11First KnightContend not, sir; for we are gentlemen
That neither in our hearts nor outward eyes
Envy the great nor do the low despise.
12PericlesYou are right courteous knights.
13SimonidesSit, sir, sit.
14PericlesBy Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts,
These cates resist me, she but thought upon.
15ThaisaBy Juno, that is queen of marriage,
All viands that I eat do seem unsavoury,
Wishing him my meat. Sure, he’s a gallant gentleman.
16SimonidesHe’s but a country gentleman;
Has done no more than other knights have done;
Has broken a staff or so; so let it pass.
17ThaisaTo me he seems like diamond to glass.
18PericlesYon king’s to me like to my father’s picture,
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:
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.
19SimonidesWhat, are you merry, knights?
20KnightsWho can be other in this royal presence?
21SimonidesHere, with a cup that’s stored unto the brim—
As you do love, fill to your mistress’ lips—
We drink this health to you.
22KnightsWe thank your grace.
23SimonidesYet pause awhile:
Yon knight doth sit too melancholy,
As if the entertainment in our court
Had not a show might countervail his worth.
Note it not you, Thaisa?
24ThaisaWhat is it
To me, my father?
25SimonidesO, 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 his entrance more sweet,
Here, say we drink this standing-bowl of wine to him.
26ThaisaAlas, 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.
27SimonidesHow!
Do as I bid you, or you’ll move me else.
28ThaisaAside. Now, by the gods, he could not please me better.
29SimonidesAnd furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him,
Of whence he is, his name and parentage.
30ThaisaThe king my father, sir, has drunk to you.
31PericlesI thank him.
32ThaisaWishing it so much blood unto your life.
33PericlesI thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
34ThaisaAnd further he desires to know of you,
Of whence you are, your name and parentage.
35PericlesA 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,
And after shipwreck driven upon this shore.
36ThaisaHe 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.
37SimonidesNow, 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,
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.
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;
And that their measures are as excellent.
38PericlesIn those that practise them they are, my lord.
39SimonidesO, that’s as much as you would be denied
Of your fair courtesy. The Knights and Ladies dance. 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! To Pericles. Yours, sir,
We have given order to be next our own.
40PericlesI am at your grace’s pleasure.
41SimonidesPrinces, it is too late to talk of love;
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.