| ACT II SCENE V | Pentapolis. A room in the palace. | |
| | Enter SIMONIDES, reading a letter, at one door:the Knights meet him | |
| First Knight | Good morrow to the good Simonides. | |
| SIMONIDES | Knights, from my daughter this I let you know, | |
| | That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake | |
| | A married life. | 5 |
| | Her reason to herself is only known, | |
| | Which yet from her by no means can I get. | |
| Second Knight | May we not get access to her, my lord? | |
| SIMONIDES | 'Faith, by no means; she has so strictly tied | |
| | Her to her chamber, that 'tis impossible. | 10 |
| | 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. | |
| Third Knight | Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves. | |
| | Exeunt Knights | |
| SIMONIDES | So, | 15 |
| | They are well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter: | |
| | She tells me here, she'd wed the stranger knight, | |
| | Or never more to view nor day nor light. | |
| | 'Tis well, mistress; your choice agrees with mine; | |
| | I like that well: nay, how absolute she's in't, | 20 |
| | Not minding whether I dislike or no! | |
| | Well, I do commend her choice; | |
| | And will no longer have it be delay'd. | |
| | Soft! here he comes: I must dissemble it. | |
| | Enter PERICLES | |
| PERICLES | All fortune to the good Simonides! | 25 |
| SIMONIDES | To you as much, sir! I am beholding to you | |
| | For your sweet music this last night: I do | |
| | Protest my ears were never better fed | |
| | With such delightful pleasing harmony. | |
| PERICLES | It is your grace's pleasure to commend; | 30 |
| | Not my desert. | |
| SIMONIDES | Sir, you are music's master. | |
| PERICLES | The worst of all her scholars, my good lord. | |
| SIMONIDES | Let me ask you one thing: | |
| | What do you think of my daughter, sir? | 35 |
| PERICLES | A most virtuous princess. | |
| SIMONIDES | And she is fair too, is she not? | |
| PERICLES | As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair. | |
| SIMONIDES | Sir, my daughter thinks very well of you; | |
| | Ay, so well, that you must be her master, | 40 |
| | And she will be your scholar: therefore look to it. | |
| PERICLES | I am unworthy for her schoolmaster. | |
| SIMONIDES | She thinks not so; peruse this writing else. | |
| PERICLES | Aside | |
| | A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre! | |
| | 'Tis the king's subtlety to have my life. | 45 |
| | O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord, | |
| | A stranger and distressed gentleman, | |
| | That never aim'd so high to love your daughter, | |
| | But bent all offices to honour her. | |
| SIMONIDES | Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art | 50 |
| | A villain. | |
| PERICLES | By the gods, I have not: | |
| | Never did thought of mine levy offence; | |
| | Nor never did my actions yet commence | |
| | A deed might gain her love or your displeasure. | 55 |
| SIMONIDES | Traitor, thou liest. | |
| PERICLES | Traitor! | |
| SIMONIDES | Ay, traitor. | |
| PERICLES | Even in his throat--unless it be the king-- | |
| | That calls me traitor, I return the lie. | 60 |
| SIMONIDES | Aside | |
| PERICLES | My actions are as noble as my thoughts, | |
| | That never relish'd of a base descent. | |
| | I came unto your court for honour's cause, | |
| | And not to be a rebel to her state; | |
| | And he that otherwise accounts of me, | 65 |
| | This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy. | |
| SIMONIDES | No? | |
| | Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. | |
| | Enter THAISA | |
| PERICLES | Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, | |
| | Resolve your angry father, if my tongue | 70 |
| | Did ere solicit, or my hand subscribe | |
| | To any syllable that made love to you. | |
| THAISA | Why, sir, say if you had, | |
| | Who takes offence at that would make me glad? | |
| SIMONIDES | Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory? | 75 |
| | Aside | |
| | I am glad on't with all my heart.-- | |
| | I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection. | |
| | Will you, not having my consent, | |
| | Bestow your love and your affections | |
| | Upon a stranger? | 80 |
| | Aside | |
| | who, for aught I know, | |
| | May be, nor can I think the contrary, | |
| | As great in blood as I myself.-- | |
| | Therefore hear you, mistress; either frame | |
| | Your will to mine,--and you, sir, hear you, | 85 |
| | Either be ruled 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!-- | 90 |
| | What, are you both pleased? | |
| THAISA | Yes, if you love me, sir. | |
| PERICLES | Even as my life, or blood that fosters it. | |
| SIMONIDES | What, are you both agreed? | |
| BOTH | Yes, if it please your majesty. | 95 |
| SIMONIDES | It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed; | |
| | And then with what haste you can get you to bed. | |
| | Exeunt | |