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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Vpon a Courser, whose delight fteps, & fall
Shall make the gazer joy to leo him tread;
Onely (my friend; I yet am vuprouided of a paire of Bafes.
1. Wee'le fure proude, thou fnaithaue
My beft Gowne to make thee a paise;
And Ile bring thee to the Court my felfe.
'Pers. Then Honour be but a Goal to my Will,
This day Ile rite, or elfe addeill to ill.
# Euter Simonyde, with attendance, and Thiefe.
King. Are the Knights ready to begin the Tryumph?
1. Lord. They are my Leidge, and stay your comming,
To prefert them fchies.
King. Returne them, We are ready, & our daughter heere,
In honour of whose Birth, thefe Triumphs are,
Sits heere like Beauties child, whom Nature gat,
For men to fee, and feeing, wounder at.
Thus. It pleateth you (my royall Father) to expreffe
My Commendations great, whose merit's leffe.
King. It's fit it should be fo, for Princes are
A modell which Heaven makes like to is felfe:
As Jewels loofe their glory, if neglected,
So Princes their Renownes, if not refpefted:
T is now your honour (Daughter) to entertaine
The labour of each Knight, in his deuce.
Thus. Which to preferue mine honour, I'le performe.
# The firft Knight peffes by.
King. Who is the firft, that doth preferre himfelfe?
Thus. A Knight of sparta (my renowned father)
And the deuce he beares vpon his Shield,
Is a blacke Ethyope reaching at the Sunne:
The word: Lax ma xuta meha.
King. He loses you well, that holdes his life of you.
The fecond Knight.
Who is the fecond, that prefents himfelfe?
Thu. A.
II. i. 170—II. ii. 23
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