Speeches (Lines) for Simonides
in "Pericles"
Total: 42

1

II,2,749

Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?

2

II,2,752

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.

3

II,2,759

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.

4

II,2,768

Who is the first that doth prefer himself?

5

II,2,773

He loves you well that holds his life of you.
[The Second Knight passes over]
Who is the second that presents himself?

6

II,2,781

And what's the third?

7

II,2,786

What is the fourth?

8

II,2,789

Which shows that beauty hath his power and will,
Which can as well inflame as it can kill.

9

II,2,796

And what's
The sixth and last, the which the knight himself
With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd?

10

II,2,802

A pretty moral;
From the dejected state wherein he is,
He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish.

11

II,2,813

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.

12

II,3,821

Knights,
To say you're welcome were superfluous.
To place upon the volume of your deeds,
As in a title-page, your worth in arms,
Were more than you expect, or more than's fit,
Since every worth in show commends itself.
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast:
You are princes and my guests.

13

II,3,833

Call it by what you will, the day is yours;
And here, I hope, is none that envies it.
In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed,
To make some good, but others to exceed;
And you are her labour'd scholar. Come, queen o'
the feast,—
For, daughter, so you are,—here take your place:
Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace.

14

II,3,842

Your presence glads our days: honour we love;
For who hates honour hates the gods above.

15

II,3,850

Sit, sir, sit.

16

II,3,856

He's but a country gentleman;
Has done no more than other knights have done;
Has broken a staff or so; so let it pass.

17

II,3,871

What, are you merry, knights?

18

II,3,873

Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,—
As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,—
We drink this health to you.

19

II,3,877

Yet pause awhile:
Yon knight doth sit too melancholy,
As if the entertainment in our court
Had not a show might countervail his worth.
Note it not you, Thaisa?

20

II,3,884

O, attend, my daughter:
Princes in this should live like gods above,
Who freely give to every one that comes
To honour them:
And princes not doing so are like to gnats,
Which make a sound, but kill'd are wonder'd at.
Therefore to make his entrance more sweet,
Here, say we drink this standing-bowl of wine to him.

21

II,3,896

How!
Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.

22

II,3,899

And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him,
Of whence he is, his name and parentage.

23

II,3,916

Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
And will awake him from his melancholy.
Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
And waste the time, which looks for other revels.
Even in your armours, as you are address'd,
Will very well become a soldier's dance.
I will not have excuse, with saying this
Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads,
Since they love men in arms as well as beds.
[The Knights dance]
So, this was well ask'd,'twas so well perform'd.
Come, sir;
Here is a lady that wants breathing too:
And I have heard, you knights of Tyre
Are excellent in making ladies trip;
And that their measures are as excellent.

24

II,3,933

O, that's as much as you would be denied
Of your fair courtesy.
[The Knights and Ladies dance]
Unclasp, unclasp:
Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well.
[To PERICLES]
But you the best. Pages and lights, to conduct
These knights unto their several lodgings!
[To PERICLES]
Yours, sir,
We have given order to be next our own.

25

II,3,945

Princes, it is too late to talk of love;
And that's the mark I know you level at:
Therefore each one betake him to his rest;
To-morrow all for speeding do their best.

26

II,5,1015

Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake
A married life.
Her reason to herself is only known,
Which yet from her by no means can I get.

27

II,5,1021

'Faith, by no means; she has so strictly tied
Her to her chamber, that 'tis impossible.
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.

28

II,5,1028

So,
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,
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.

29

II,5,1040

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.

30

II,5,1046

Sir, you are music's master.

31

II,5,1048

Let me ask you one thing:
What do you think of my daughter, sir?

32

II,5,1051

And she is fair too, is she not?

33

II,5,1053

Sir, my daughter thinks very well of you;
Ay, so well, that you must be her master,
And she will be your scholar: therefore look to it.

34

II,5,1057

She thinks not so; peruse this writing else.

35

II,5,1065

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

36

II,5,1071

Traitor, thou liest.

37

II,5,1073

Ay, traitor.

38

II,5,1076

[Aside] Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.

39

II,5,1083

No?
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.

40

II,5,1092

Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?
[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?
[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,
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!—
What, are you both pleased?

41

II,5,1113

What, are you both agreed?

42

II,5,1115

It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed;
And then with what haste you can get you to bed.