Gow.
Here have you seen a mighty king
His child, I wis, to incest bring; ^note
A better prince and benign lord,
That will ^note prove awful both in deed and word.
Be quiet then as men should be,
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, ^note
Is still at Tarsus ^note, where each man
Thinks all is writ ^note he speken ^note can;
And, to remember what he does,
Build ^note his statue ^note to make him ^note glorious:

But tidings to the contrary
Are brought your ^note eyes; what need speak I? ^note 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 shows the letter to Cleon; gives ^note the Messenger a reward, and knights him. Exit Pericles at one door, and Cleon at another. ^note
Good Helicane ^note, that ^note stay'd at home,
Not to eat honey like a drone
From others' labours; for though ^note he strive
To killen bad, keep ^note good alive;
And ^note to fulfil his prince' ^note desire,
Sends word ^note of all that haps in Tyre:
How Thaliard ^note came full bent with sin ^note
And had ^note intent ^note to murder ^note him;
And that in Tarsus ^note was not best
Longer for him to make his rest.
He, doing ^note so, put forth to seas,
Where when men been ^note, there's seldom ease;
For now the wind begins to blow;
Thunder above and deeps below

Make ^note such unquiet that the ship ^note
Should house him safe is wreck'd ^note and split;
And he, good prince, having all lost,
By waves from coast ^note to coast is tost:
All perishen of man, of pelf,
Ne aught escapen ^note but himself;
Till fortune, tired ^note with doing bad,
Threw him ashore, to give ^note him glad:
And here he comes. What shall be next,
Pardon old Gower,— ^notethis longs ^note the text. [Exit. ^{note note} Scene I. [Footnote: Pentapolis. ^note An open place by the sea-side. ^note Enter Pericles, wet. ^note

Per.
Yet cease your ire, you ^note angry stars ^note of heaven!
Wind, rain, and thunder, ^note 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 ^note cast me on the rocks,
Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath ^note
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.

Enter three Fishermen.

First Fish. ^note

What, ho, Pilch! ^note

Sec. Fish. ^note

Ha, ^note come and bring away the nets!

First Fish. ^note

What, Patchbreech, I say!

Third Fish. ^note

What say you, master?

First Fish. ^note

Look how thou stirrest now! come away, or ^note I'll fetch thee ^note with a wanion ^note.

Third Fish. ^note

Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor men that were cast away before us even now.

First Fish. ^note

Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to us to help them, when, well-a-day, we could scarce ^note help ourselves.

Third Fish. ^note

Nay, master ^note, said not I as much when I saw the porpus ^note, how he bounced and tumbled? they say they're ^note half fish, half flesh: a plague on them, they ne'er come but I look to be washed. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea ^note.

First Fish. ^note

Why, as men do a-land ^note; the great ones eat up the little ones: I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale; a' ^note plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours ^note them all at a mouthful: such whales have I heard on o' the ^note land, who never leave gaping till they've ^note swallowed the whole parish, church, steeple, bells, and all.

Per. [Aside ^note]

A pretty moral.

Third Fish. ^note

But, master, if I had been the sexton, I would have been that day in the belfry.

Sec. Fish. ^note

Why, man?

Third Fish. ^note

Because he should have swallowed me too: and when I had been in his belly, I would have kept such a jangling ^note 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,— ^note

Per. [Aside ^note]

Simonides!

Third Fish. ^note

We ^note would purge the land of these drones, that rob the bee of her honey. ^note

Per. [Aside ^note]
How from the finny ^note subject ^note of the sea
These fishers tell the infirmities of men;
And from their watery empire recollect
All that may men approve or men detect!
Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen.

Sec. Fish. ^note

Honest! good fellow, what's that? ^note If it be a day fits you, search ^note out of the calendar, and nobody look ^note after it. ^{note note note}

Per.

May see the sea hath cast upon your coast. ^note

Sec. Fish. ^note

What a drunken knave was the sea to cast thee in our way! ^note

Per.
A man whom both the waters and the wind,
In that vast tennis-court, have ^note made the ball

For them to play upon, entreats you pity him;
He asks of you, that never used to beg.

First Fish. ^note

No, friend, cannot you beg? Here's them in our country of Greece gets more with begging than we can do with working. ^note

Sec. Fish. ^note

Canst thou catch any fishes then?

Per.

I never practised it.

Sec. Fish. ^note

Nay, then thou wilt starve, sure; for here's nothing to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish for't.

Per.
What I have been I have forgot to know;
But what I am, want teaches me to think on:
A man throng'd ^note 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;
Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
For that ^note I am a man, pray ^note see me buried.

First Fish. ^note

Die quoth-a? ^note Now gods forbid't ^note! And ^note I have a gown here; come, put it on; keep thee warm. Now, afore me, a handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home, and we'll have flesh for holidays ^note, fish for fasting-days, and moreo'er ^note puddings and flap-jacks, and thou shalt be welcome.

Per.

I thank you, sir.

Sec. Fish. ^note

Hark you, my friend; you said you could not beg. ^note

Per.

I did but crave.

Sec. Fish. ^note

But crave! Then I'll turn craver too, and so I shall 'scape whipping. ^note

Per.

Why, are all your ^note beggars whipped then?

Sec. Fish. ^note

O, ^note not all, my friend, not all; for if all your

beggars were whipped, I would wish no better office than to be beadle. But, master, I'll go draw up ^note the net.

Per. [Aside]

How well this honest mirth becomes their labour!

First Fish. ^note

Hark you, sir, do you know where ye ^note are?

Per.

Not well.

First Fish. ^note

Why, I'll tell ^note you: this is called ^note Pentapolis ^note, and our king the good Simonides. ^note

Per.

The good ^note Simonides, do you call him?

First Fish. ^note

Ay, sir; and he deserves so to be called for his peaceable reign and good government.

Per.

He is a happy king, since he gains from his subjects ^note the name of good by his government. How far is his court distant from this shore? ^note

First Fish. ^note

Marry, sir, half a day's journey: and I'll tell you, ^note he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow is her birthday; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world to just and tourney for her love.

Per.

Were my fortunes equal to my desires, I could ^note wish to make one there. ^note

First Fish. ^note

O, sir, things must be as they may; and what a man cannot get, he may ^note lawfully deal for—his ^note wife's ^note soul. ^{note note}

Re-enter Second and Third ^note Fishermen, drawing up a net.

Sec. Fish. ^note

Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, 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.

Per.
An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it.
Thanks, fortune, yet, that after all thy ^note crosses
Thou givest me somewhat to repair myself;
And ^note though it was mine own, part ^note of my heritage,
Which my dead father did bequeath to ^note me,
With this strict charge, even as he left his life,
‘Keep it, my Pericles; it hath been a shield
'Twixt me and death:’—and pointed to this brace ^note—
‘For that it saved me, keep it; in ^note like necessity—
The which the gods ^note protect thee from!—may ^note defend thee.’
It kept where I kept, I so dearly loved it;
Till the rough seas, that spare ^note not any man,
Took it in rage, though calm'd have given 't ^note again:
I thank thee ^note for't: my shipwreck ^note now's no ill,
Since I have here my father's gift in 's ^note will.

First Fish. ^{note note}
What mean you, sir?

Per.
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 ^note sake I wish the having of it;
And that you'ld guide me to your sovereign's court,
Where with it I may appear a gentleman;
And if that ever my low fortune's ^note better,
I'll pay your ^note bounties; till then rest your debtor.

First Fish. ^note
Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady?

Per.
I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms.

First Fish. ^note

Why, do 'e ^note take it, and the gods give thee good on't ^note!

Sec. Fish. ^note

Ay, but ^note 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 whence you had them ^note.

Per.
Believe 't ^note, I will.
By your furtherance ^note I am clothed in steel;
And spite of all the rapture ^note of the sea
This jewel holds his building ^note on my arm:
Unto thy ^note value I will mount myself ^note
Upon a courser, whose delightful ^note steps
Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread.
Only, my friend ^note, I yet am unprovided
Of a pair of bases. ^note

Sec. Fish. ^note

We'll sure provide: thou shalt have my best gown to make thee a pair; and I'll bring thee to the court myself. ^note

Per.
Then honour be but a goal ^note to my will,
This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill. [Exeunt. ^{note note} Scene II. [Footnote: The same. A public way or platform leading to the lists. A pavilion by the side of it for the reception of the King, Princess, Lords, &c. ^note Enter ^note Simonides, Thaisa, Lords, and Attendants.

Sim. ^note
Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?

First Lord.
They are, my liege,
And stay your coming to present themselves. ^note

Sim. ^note
Return them, we are ready; and our daughter ^note,
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. [Exit a Lord. ^note

Thai.
It pleaseth you, my royal ^note father, to express
My commendations great, whose merit's less.

Sim. ^note
It's ^note fit it should be so; for princes are
A model which heaven makes like to ^note itself:
As jewels lose their glory if neglected,
So princes their renowns ^note if not respected.
'Tis now your honour, daughter, to entertain ^note
The labour ^note of each knight in his device.

Thai.
Which, to preserve ^note mine honour ^note, I'll perform.

Enter a Knight; he passes over ^note, and his Squire presents his shield to the Princess.

Sim.
Who is the first that doth prefer himself?

Thai.
A knight of Sparta, my renowned father;
And the device he bears upon his shield
Is a black Ethiope reaching at the sun;
The word, ‘Lux tua vita mihi.’

Sim.
He loves you well that holds his life of you. [The Second ^note 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 ^note knight that's conquer'd ^note by a lady;
The motto thus, in Spanish, ‘Piu por dulzura que por fuerza.’ ^note [The Third ^note Knight passes.

Sim.
And what's ^note the third?

Thai.
The third of Antioch;
And his device, a wreath of chivalry ^note;
The word, ‘Me pompæ ^note provexit apex.’ ^note [The Fourth ^note Knight passes.

Sim.
What is the fourth? ^note

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

Sim.
Which shows that beauty hath his ^note power and will,
Which can as well inflame as it can kill. [The Fifth ^note Knight passes.

Thai.
The fifth ^note, an ^note hand environed with clouds,
Holding out gold that's by the touchstone tried;
The motto thus, ‘Sic spectanda fides.’ [The Sixth ^note Knight, Pericles, passes.

Sim.
And what's
The sixth and last, the which ^note the knight himself
With ^note such a graceful courtesy deliver'd ^note? ^note

Thai.
He seems to be ^note a stranger; but his present ^note is
A wither'd ^note 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 ^note. ^note

First 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 practised more the whipstock than the lance. ^note

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

Third 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 ^note us scan
The outward habit by the ^note inward ^note man.
But stay, the knights are coming: we will ^note withdraw
Into the gallery. ^note [Exeunt. ^note [Great shouts within, ^note and all cry ‘The mean knight!’ ^note Scene III. [Footnote: The same. ^note A hall of state: a banquet prepared. Enter ^note Simonides, Thaisa, Lords, Knights, and Attendants.

Sim. ^note
Knights,
To say you're ^note welcome were superfluous. ^note
To place ^note 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 ^note a feast:
You are princes and ^note 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.
'Tis more by fortune ^note, lady, than my merit ^note.

Sim. ^note
Call it by what you will, the day is yours ^note;
And here, I hope, is none that envies it.

In framing an artist ^note, art hath thus decreed,
To make some good, but others to exceed;
And you are ^note her labour'd ^note scholar. Come, queen o' the ^note feast,—
For, daughter, so you are,—here take your place:
Marshal ^note the rest as they deserve their ^note grace.

Knights.
We are honour'd ^note much by good Simonides.

Sim. ^note
Your presence glads our days ^note: honour we love;
For who hates honour hates the gods above.

Marshal.
Sir, yonder is ^note your place.

Per.
Some other is more fit.

First Knight.
Contend not, sir; for we are gentlemen
That ^note neither in our hearts nor outward eyes
Envy ^note the great nor do ^note the low despise.

Per.
You are right courteous knights.

Sim. ^note
Sit, ^note sir ^note, sit. [Aside ^note]
By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts ^note,
These cates resist ^note me, he not ^note thought upon. ^note

Thai. [Aside ^note]
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. ^note

Sim. ^note
He's but a country gentleman;
Has ^note done no more than other knights have done;

Has broken a staff or so; so let ^note it pass. ^note

Thai. [Aside ^note]
To me he seems ^note like ^note diamond to glass.

Per. [Aside ^note]
Yon king's ^note to me like to my father's picture,
Which tells me ^note in that glory once he was;
Had princes sit ^note, 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 ^note 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 ^note, and he is their grave,
And gives them what he will, not what they crave.

Sim. ^note
What, are you merry, knights?

Knights. ^note
Who can be other in this royal presence?

Sim. ^note
Here, with a cup that's stored ^note unto the brim,—
As you do love, fill to your mistress' ^note lips,—
We drink this ^note health to you.

Knights.
We thank your grace.

Sim. ^note
Yet pause awhile:
Yon knight doth sit ^note too melancholy, ^{note note}
As if the entertainment in our court
Had not a show might countervail his worth.
Note it not you, Thaisa? ^note

Thai.
What is 't ^note to me, my father?

Sim. ^note
O, attend, my daughter:
Princes, in this, should live like gods above,
Who freely give ^note to every one that comes ^note
To honour them:
And princes not doing so are like to gnats,
Which make a sound, but kill'd ^note are ^note wonder'd at ^note. ^note
Therefore to make his ^note entrance ^note more ^note sweet,
Here, say we drink this standing-bowl ^note 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. ^note
How!
Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else. ^note

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

Sim. ^note
And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him, ^note
Of whence ^note he is, his name and parentage.

Thai.
The king my father, sir, has ^note 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 further he desires to know of you

Of whence you are, your name and parentage.

Per.
A gentleman of Tyre; my name, ^note Pericles;
My education been ^note 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 ^note himself Pericles,
A gentleman of Tyre,
Who only by misfortune of the seas ^{note note}
Bereft ^note of ships and men, cast on this ^note shore.

Sim. ^note
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. ^note
Even in ^note your armours, as you are address'd,
Will very well ^note become a soldier's dance.
I will not have excuse, with saying this ^note
Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads,
Since they love men in arms as well as beds. [The Knights dance. ^note
So, this was well ask'd, 'twas so well ^note perform'd.
Come, sir, here's ^note a lady that wants breathing too:
And I have heard ^note, you knights ^note 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. ^note
O, that's as much as you would be denied
Of your fair courtesy. [The Knights and Ladies dance. ^note
Unclasp, unclasp:
Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well, [To Pericles ^note]
But you the best. Pages and lights, to conduct ^note
These knights unto their several lodgings! Yours ^note, sir,
We have given order to be next our own. ^note

Per.
I am at your grace's pleasure.

Sim. ^{note note}
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. [Exeunt. ^{note note} Scene IV. [Footnote: Tyre. ^note A room ^note in the Governor's house. Enter Helicanus and Escanes.

Hel.
No, ^note 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 ^note heinous capital offence,
Even in the height and pride of all his glory, ^note
When he was seated in a chariot

Of an inestimable value, and his ^note daughter with him, ^note
A fire from heaven came, and shrivell'd up ^note
Their ^note bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk, ^note
That all those ^note eyes adored them ere their fall
Scorn now their hand should give them burial.

Esca.
'Twas ^note very strange.

Hel.
And yet but justice ^note; for though
This king were great, his greatness was no ^note guard
To bar heaven's shaft, but ^note sin had his reward. ^note

Esca.
'Tis very true. Enter two or three ^note Lords.

First Lord.
See, not a man in private conference
Or council has ^note respect with him but he.

Sec. 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.

Hel.
With me? and welcome: happy ^note day, my lords.

First 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 your prince ^note you love. ^note

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.
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 ^note cause to mourn his funeral,
And leave ^note us to our free election.

Sec. Lord.
Whose death's ^note indeed the strongest in our censure:
And knowing this kingdom is ^note without a head,—
Like goodly buildings left without a roof ^note
Soon ^notefall to ruin ^{note note}—your ^note noble self,
That best know ^note how to rule and how to reign, ^note
We thus submit unto, our sovereign.

All. ^note
Live, noble Helicane!

Hel.
For honour's cause, ^note forbear your suffrages:
If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear.
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas ^note,
Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease ^note.
A twelvemonth longer ^note, let me entreat ^note you
To forbear the ^note absence of your king;
If in which time expired he not return,
I shall with aged patience bear your yoke.
But if I cannot win you to this love,
Go search like nobles ^note, like noble subjects,

And in your search ^note spend your adventurous worth;
Whom if you find and win unto return ^note,
You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.

First Lord.
To wisdom he's a fool that will ^note not yield;
And since Lord Helicane enjoineth us ^note,
We with our travels will endeavour it. ^note

Hel.
Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands:
When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. [Exeunt. ^{note note} Scene V. [Footnote: Pentapolis. ^note A room ^note in the palace. Enter Simonides, ^note reading a letter, ^note at one door ^note: the ^note Knights meet him.

First Knight.
Good morrow to the good Simonides.

Sim.
Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
That for this twelvemonth she'll ^note not undertake
A married life.
Her reason to herself is only known,
Which from her ^note by no means can I get. ^note

Sec. Knight.
May we not get ^note access to her, my lord?

Sim.
Faith, by no means; she hath so strictly
Tied her to her chamber, that 'tis ^note impossible. ^note
One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery;

This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd ^note,
And on her virgin honour will not break it. ^note

Third Knight.
Loath ^note to bid farewell, we ^note take our leaves. [Exeunt Knights. ^note

Sim.
So,
They are ^note well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter:
She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger ^note knight, ^note
Or never more to view nor day nor light.
'Tis well, mistress; ^note your choice agrees with mine;
I like that well: nay ^note, how absolute she's in 't,
Not minding whether I dislike or no!
Well, I do ^note commend her choice;
And will not no longer have it be delay'd ^note.
Soft! here he comes: I must dissemble it. ^note Enter Pericles.

Per.
All fortune ^note to the good Simonides!

Sim.
To you as much, sir! ^note I am beholding ^note to you
For your sweet music this last night: I do
Protest my ears ^note were never better ^note fed ^note
With such delightful pleasing harmony.

Per.
It is your grace's pleasure to commend;
Not my desert.

Sim.
Sir, you are music's master.

Per.
The worst of all her scholars, my good lord.

Sim.

Let me ask you one thing: what do you think of my daughter, sir? ^{note note}

Per.
A ^note most virtuous princess.

Sim.
And she is ^note fair too, is she not?

Per.
As a fair day in summer, wondrous ^note fair. ^note

Sim.
Sir, my daughter ^note thinks very well of you;
Ay, so well ^note, that you must be her master,
And she will be your scholar ^note: therefore look to it.

Per.
I am unworthy for ^{note note} her schoolmaster.

Sim.
She thinks not so; peruse this writing else.

Per. [Aside ^note]
What's here?
A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre! ^note
'Tis the king's subtilty to have my life.
O, seek not to entrap me, gracious ^note lord,
A stranger and distressed gentleman,
That never aim'd ^note so high to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.

Sim.
Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art
A villain. ^note

Per.
By the gods, I have not: ^note
Never did thought of mine ^note levy offence;

Nor never did my actions yet commence
A ^note deed might gain her love or your displeasure. ^note

Sim.
Traitor, thou liest.

Per.
Traitor!

Sim.
Ay, traitor. ^note

Per.
Even in his throat—unless it be the king ^note—
That calls me traitor, I return the lie.

Sim. [Aside ^note]
Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.

Per.
My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
That never relish'd of a base descent.
I came unto your court ^note for honour's cause,
And not to be ^note a rebel to her ^note state;
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.

Sim.
No? ^note
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. ^note Enter Thaisa. ^note

Per.
Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you. ^note

Thai.
Why, sir, say ^note if you had,
Who takes offence at ^note that would make me glad? ^note

Sim.
Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?

[Aside ^note]
I am glad on't ^note with all ^note my heart.—
I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection.
Will you, not ^note having my consent,
Bestow your love and your affections
Upon ^note a stranger? [Aside ^note] who, for aught I know,
May be, nor can I think the contrary,
As great in blood as I myself. ^note
Therefore hear you, ^note mistress ^note; either ^note frame
Your will to mine ^note,—and you, sir, hear you ^note,
Either be ruled by me, or I'll ^note make you— ^{note note}
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 ^note grief,—God give you joy!
What, are you both pleased? ^{note note}

Thai.
Yes, if you love me, sir.

Per.
Even as my life my ^note blood that fosters it.

Sim.
What, are you both agreed?

Both. ^note
Yes, if't ^note please your majesty.

Sim.
It pleaseth me so well, that I will ^note see you wed;
And then ^note, with what haste you can, get you to bed. [Exeunt. ^{note note}

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