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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