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'Tis the king's fubtilty, to have my life. O, feek not to entrap, my gracious lord,

A ftranger and diftreffed gentleman,

That never aim'd so high, to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.

[Afide.

Sim. Thou haft bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art A villain.

Per.
Never did thought of mine levy offence;
Nor never did my actions yet commence
A deed might gain her love, or your displeasure.
Sim. Traitor, thou lieft.

By the gods, I have not, fir.

Per.

Sim.

Traitor!

Ay, traitor, fir.

Per. Even in his throat, (unless it be the king,) That calls me traitor, I return the lie.

Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.

Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
That never relifh'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 otherwife accounts of me,

This fword fhall prove, he's honour's enemy.
Sim. No!-

Here comes my daughter, fhe can witness it.

Enter THAISA.

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Refolve your angry father, if my tongue
Did e'er folicit, or my hand fubfcribe
To any fyllable that made love to you?

[Afide.

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Thai. Why, fir, fay if you had,

Who takes offence at that would make me glad?

Sim. Yea, miftrefs, are you fo peremptory?—

I am glad of it with all my heart. [Afide.] I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection.

Will you, not having my confent, bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger? (Who, for ought I know to the contrary,

[Afide.

Or think, may be as great in blood as I.)
Hear, therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,—
And you, fir, hear you.-Either be rul'd 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!
What, are you both pleas'd?

Thai.

Per. Even as my life, my blood that fofters it.

Yes, if you love me, fir.

Yes, 'please your majesty.

Sim. What, are you both agreed?

Both.

Sim. It pleaseth me fo well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed. [Exeunt.

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Pericles Prince of Tyre

Act 3. Scene 1.

Pub Apr 1.1800. by EHarding 98.Pall Mall.

ACT III.

Enter GOWER.

Gaw. Now fleep yflaked hath the rout;
No din but fnores, the house about,
Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Of this most pompous marriage feast.
The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole;
And crickets fing at th' oven's mouth,
As the blither for their drouth.
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is moulded :-Be attent,
And time that is so briefly spent,
With your fine fancies quaintly eche;
What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.

Dumb fery.

Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter. PERICLES fhows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter THAISA with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shows his daughter the letter; fbe rejoices: fhe and PERICLES take leave of her father, and depart. Then SIMONIDES, &c. retire.

Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch,
Of Pericles the careful search

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