Act 2, Scene II

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Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, and Attendants SIMONIDES Are the knights ready to begin the triumph? First Lord They are, my liege; And stay your coming to present themselves. SIMONIDES 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 THAISA It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express My commendations great, whose merit's less. SIMONIDES 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 Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll perform. Enter a Knight; he passes over, and his Squire presents his shield to the Princess SIMONIDES Who is the first that doth prefer himself? THAISA 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 He loves you well that holds his life of you. The Second Knight passes over Who is the second that presents himself? THAISA 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 SIMONIDES And what's the third? THAISA The third of Antioch; And his device, a wreath of chivalry; The word, 'Me pompae provexit apex.' The Fourth Knight passes over SIMONIDES What is the fourth? THAISA A burning torch that's turned upside down; The word, 'Quod me alit, me extinguit.' SIMONIDES Which shows that beauty hath his power and will, Which can as well inflame as it can kill. The Fifth Knight passes over THAISA The fifth, an 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 SIMONIDES And what's The sixth and last, the which the knight himself With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd? THAISA 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 A pretty moral; From the dejected state wherein he is, He hopes by you his fortunes 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 practised more the whipstock than the lance. Second 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. SIMONIDES 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. Great shouts within and all cry 'The mean knight!'
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