| SIMONIDES
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Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?
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| First Lord
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They are, my liege;
And stay your coming to present themselves. |
| SIMONIDES
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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. |
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[Exit a Lord] |
| THAISA
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It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express
My commendations great, whose merit's less. |
| SIMONIDES
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It's 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. |
| THAISA
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Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll perform.
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[Enter a Knight; he passes over, and his Squire
presents his shield to the Princess] |
| SIMONIDES
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Who is the first that doth prefer himself?
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| THAISA
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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.' |
| SIMONIDES
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He loves you well that holds his life of you.
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[The Second Knight passes over]
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Who is the second that presents himself?
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| THAISA
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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.' |
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[The Third Knight passes over]
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| SIMONIDES
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And what's the third? |
| THAISA
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The third of Antioch;
And his device, a wreath of chivalry;
The word, 'Me pompae provexit apex.' |
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[The Fourth Knight passes over]
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| SIMONIDES
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What is the fourth? |
| THAISA
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A burning torch that's turned upside down;
The word, 'Quod me alit, me extinguit.' |
| SIMONIDES
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Which shows that beauty hath his power and will,
Which can as well inflame as it can kill. |
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[The Fifth Knight passes over]
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| THAISA
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The fifth, an hand environed with clouds,
Holding out gold that's by the touchstone tried;
The motto thus, 'Sic spectanda fides.' |
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[The Sixth Knight, PERICLES, passes over]
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| SIMONIDES
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And what's
The sixth and last, the which the knight himself
With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd? |
| THAISA
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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.' |
| SIMONIDES
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A pretty moral;
From the dejected state wherein he is,
He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish. |
| First Lord
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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. |
| Second Lord
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He well may be a stranger, for he comes
To an honour'd triumph strangely furnished. |
| Third Lord
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And on set purpose let his armour rust
Until this day, to scour it in the dust. |
| SIMONIDES
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Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan
The outward habit by the inward man.
But stay, the knights are coming: we will withdraw
Into the gallery. |
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[Exeunt] |
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[Great shouts within and all cry 'The mean knight!']
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