Is an arm'd knight, that's conquer'd by a lady:

The motto thus, in Spanish, Piu per dulzura que per fuerza.

Sim. And what the third?
Thai.

[The third Knight passes over.

The third of Antioch;

And his device, a wreath of chivalry:
The word, Me pompæ provexit apex.

Sim. What is the fourth?

[The fourth Knight passes over.

Thai. A burning torch, that's turned upside down; The word, Quod me alit, me extinguit.

Sim. Which shows that beauty hath his power and will, ' Which can as well inflame, as it can kill.

[The fifth Knight passes over.

Thai. The fifth, a hand environed with clouds, Holding out gold that 's by the touchstone tried;

The motto thus, Sic spectanda fides.

[The sixth Knight passes over.

Sim. And what 's the sixth and last, the which the knight

himself

With such a graceful courtesy deliver❜d?

Thai. He seems to be 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, Ladies, 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 mirth becomes a feast:
You are princes, and my guests.

Thai.

But you, my knight and guest;

To whom this wreath of victory I give,

And crown you king of this day's happiness.

Per. 'T is 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 an artist 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 love, For who hates honour, hates the gods above.

Marshal. Sir, yond 's your place.

Per.

Some other is more fit.

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

That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,

Envy the great, nor do the low despise.

Per. You are right courteous knights.

Sit, Sir; sit.

Sim.

By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts,
These cates resist me, he not thought upon.
Thai. By Juno, 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 but a country gentleman:

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

Thai. To me he seems like diamond to glass.

Per. Yond' 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, 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.
Sim. What! are you merry, knights?

(As

1 Knight. Who can be other, in this royal presence? Sim. Here, with a cup that 's stor❜d unto the brim, you do love, fill to your mistress' lips)

We drink this health to you.

Knights.

Sim. Yet pause a while;

We thank your grace.

Yond' 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?

Thai.

To me, my father?

Sim.

What is it

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 his 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.
Sim. How!

Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.

Thai. [Aside.] Now, by the gods, he could not please me better.

Sim. And farther 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.

Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life.

Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
Thai. And, farther, he desires to know of you,

Of whence you are, your name and parentage.

Per. 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,

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

Bereft of ships and men, cast on the shore.

Sim. 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,
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, 't was so well perform'd.
Come, Sir;

Here is a lady that wants breathing too :

And I have often heard, you knights of Tyre
Are excellent in making ladies trip,

And that their measures are as excellent.

Per. In those that practise them, they are, my lord.
Sim. O! that 's as much, as you would be denied

[The Knights and Ladies dance.

Of your fair courtesy. Unclasp, unclasp;

Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well,

But you the best. [To PERICLES.] Pages and lights, to conduct
These knights unto their several lodgings! - Yours, Sir,
We have given order to be next our own.

Per. I am at your grace's pleasure.

Sim. Princes, 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.

SCENE IV.

Tyre. A Room in the Governor's House.
Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES.

Hel. No, Escanes; know this of me,

Antiochus from incest liv'd 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,

Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
When he was seated, and his daughter with him,
In a chariot of inestimable value,

A fire from heaven came, and shrivell'd up

[Exeunt.