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- # Scene: Enter the King and Knights from Tihing
## Overview
This entity represents a scene from a dramatic work, specifically titled "Enter the King and Knights from Tihing." It is a textual segment extracted from a larger file, dated January 30, 2026. The scene spans lines 16074 to 16126 of the source document.
## Context
This scene is part of the chapter titled "[Pericles Prince of Tyre](arke:01KG6S4DVB01HFXQQT8GDS0AZN)". The source material for this extraction is the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)", which is part of the collection "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)". This scene immediately precedes the subsection "[II. iii. 1—35](arke:01KG6S5KFQW8GG0C3AW73ZE4AW)".
## Contents
The scene depicts the entrance of a King and Knights. The dialogue includes the King welcoming the Knights, emphasizing their valor and suitability for a feast. The Knights express their honor at being welcomed. The scene also features dialogue between the King, his daughter, and the Knights, touching upon themes of honor, merit, and social standing. The text includes stage directions and character names such as "King," "Thos.," "Pers.," and "s. Knight."
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- Scene: Enter the King and Knights from Tihing
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- ## Enter the King and Knights from Tihing.
**King.** Knights, to say you're welcome, were superfluous.
I place upon the volume of your deeds,
As in a Title page, your worth in armes,
Were more than you expect, or more than's fit,
Since every worth in shew commends is selfe:
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a Feast.
You are Princes, and my guesses.
**Thos.** But you my Knight and guest,
To whom this Wreath of victorie I giue,
And crowne you King of this dayes happinese.
**Pers.** Tis more by Fortune (Lady) than my Merit.
**King.** Call it by what you will, the day is your,
And here (I hope) is none that enuies it:
In framing an Artist, art hath thus decreed,
To make some good, but others to exceed,
And you are her labour d'choiler: come Queene a th'feast,
For (Daughter) so you are; heere take your place:
Martiall the rest, as they deserve their grace.
**Knights.** We are honour'd much by good Symonides.
**King.** Your presence glads our dayes, honour we loue,
For who hates honour, hates the Gods aboue.
**Marshal.** Sir, yonder is your place.
**Pers.** Some other is more fit.
**s. Knight.** Contend not fir, for we are Gentlemen,
Have neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Enuies the great, nor shall the low despise.
**Pers.** You are right courteous Knights.
**King.** Sit fir, fit.
By love (I wonder) that is King of thoughts,
These Cates resist mee, hee not thought upon.
**Tha.** By lune (that is Queene of mariage)
All Viands that I eate do seeme vnsauery,
Wishing him my meat: sure hee's a gallant Gentleman.
**Km.** Hee's but a countrie Gentleman: ha's done no more
Then other Knights haue done, ha's broken a Staffe,
D. Or
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- ## Enter the King and Knights from Tihing.