- description
- # II. v. 2—36
## Overview
This subsection, labeled "II. v. 2—36," is a segment of text extracted from a larger document. It contains dialogue and stage directions, likely from a play. The text spans from line 16344 to 16372 of the source file.
## Context
This subsection is part of the chapter titled "[Pericles Prince of Tyre](arke:01KG6S4DVB01HFXQQT8GDS0AZN)," which is itself contained within the collection "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)". The text was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)". It follows the subsection "[II. iv. 25—II. v. 1](arke:01KG6S5M2Q5D18CKDZDNX9WF42)" and precedes the scene titled "[Enter Pericle.](arke:01KG6S5M2GDKBGGA8DJ4DG8Y93)".
## Contents
The content of this subsection includes dialogue between a King and Knights, discussing the King's daughter's refusal to marry for a year. The King reveals that his daughter intends to marry a "stranger Knight" or remain unmarried. The dialogue then shifts to the King's internal thoughts as he receives a letter from his daughter, approving of her choice and resolving to proceed with the marriage. The text concludes with the stage direction "Enter Pericle."
- description_generated_at
- 2026-01-30T06:26:41.842Z
- description_model
- gemini-2.5-flash-lite
- description_title
- II. v. 2—36
- end_line
- 16372
- extracted_at
- 2026-01-30T06:24:08.808Z
- extracted_by
- structure-extraction-lambda
- start_line
- 16344
- text
- II. v. 2—36
# The Play of
King. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
That for this twelve-month, shee’le not undertake
A maried life: her reason to her felfe is onely knowne,
Which from her, by no meanes can I get.
2. Knight. May we nor get accelfe to her (my Lord?)
king. Fayth, by no meanes, she hath fo strictly
Tyed her to her Chamber, that t’is impossible:
One twelve Moones more shee’le weare Dianas liuerie:
This by the eye of Custhya hath she-vowed,
And on her Virgin honour, will not breake it.
3. knight. Loth to bid farewell, we take our leaues.
king. So, they are well dispatcht:
Now to my daughters Letter, she telles me heere;
Shee’le wedde the stranger Knight,
Or neuer more to view nor day nor light.
T’is well Miftris, your choyce 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 choyce, and will no longer
Haue it be delayed: Soft, heere he comes,
I must dissemble it.
# Enter Pericle.
- title
- II. v. 2—36