The Same. A public Way. Platform leading to the Lists. A Pavilion near it, for the reception of the KING, Princess, Ladies, Lords, &c. |
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Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, and Attendants. |
| Sim. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph? |
| First Lord. They are, my liege; |
| And stay your coming to present themselves. |
| Sim. Return them, we are ready; and our daughter, |
| 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. |
| Thai. It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express |
| My commendations great, whose merit's less. |
| Sim. 'Tis fit it should be so; for princes are |
| A model, which heaven makes like to itself: |
| As jewels lose their glory if neglected, |
| So princes their renowns if not respected. |
| 'Tis now your honour, daughter, to explain |
| The labour of each knight in his device. |
| Thai. Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll perform. |
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Enter a Knight; he passes over the stage, 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 Ethiop reaching at the sun; |
| The word, Lux tua vita mihi. |
| Sim. He loves you well that holds his life of you. [The Second Knight passes over. |
| 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 knight that's conquer'd by a lady; |
| The motto thus, in Spanish, Piu por dulzura que por fuerza. [The Third Knight passes over. |
| Sim. And what's the third? |
| Thai. The third of Antioch; |
| And his device, a wreath of chivalry; |
| The word, Me pompœ provexit apex. [The Fourth Knight passes over. |
| Sim. What is the fourth? |
| 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, PERICLES, 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 fortune yet may flourish. |
| 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 practis'd more the whipstock than the lance. |
| Sec. Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes |
| To an honour'd triumph strangely furnished. |
| 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 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!' |
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