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- # # Enter Pericle.
## Overview
This is a scene extracted from a text file, representing a segment of dialogue from the play *Pericles Prince of Tyre*. It spans lines 16373 to 16439 of the source file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). The scene is labeled "# Enter Pericle." and is part of the chapter "[Pericles Prince of Tyre](arke:01KG6S4DVB01HFXQQT8GDS0AZN)".
## Context
The scene is part of a larger collection of files related to a "PDF Workflow Main Test" conducted on 2026-01-30, as indicated by its inclusion in the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. It follows the subsection "[II. v. 2—36](arke:01KG6S5M2FDY8NY6M1HV5QZWNR)" and precedes the scene labeled "# Enter Thasa." [01KG6S5M2GDJTAX53W874DBXKJ].
## Contents
The scene primarily consists of a dialogue between Peri. (Pericles) and King. (Simonides), with Pericles entering the scene. The King commends Pericles' music and then asks his opinion of the King's daughter, Thaisa. The King reveals that his daughter is to become Pericles' student and presents Pericles with a letter, which Pericles interprets as a trap. Pericles expresses his unworthiness and denies any intention to court the King's daughter. The King accuses Pericles of bewitching his daughter and calls him a traitor, which Pericles vehemently denies, asserting his noble intentions and willingness to defend his honor.
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Peri. All fortune to the good Symmidae.
King. To you as much: Sir, I am behoulding to you
For your sweet Muficke this last night:
I do protest, my eares were neuer better fedde
With such delightfull pleasing harmonie.
Peri. It is your Graces pleasure to commend,
Not my desert.
king. Sir, you are Mufickes maifter.
Peri. The worst of all her schollers (my good Lord.)
king. Let me aske you one thing:
What do you thinke of my Daughter, sir?
Peri. A most vertuous Princefse.
king. And she is faire too, is she not?
Peri. As afaire day in Sommer: woondrous faire.
king.
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
king. Sir, my Daughter thinks very well of you,
I so well, that you must be her Master,
And she will be your Scholler; therefore looke to it.
Peri. I am vnworthy for her Scholemaister.
king. She thinks not so: peruse this writing else.
Per. What's here, a letter that she loues the knight of Tyre?
T'is the Kings subtiltie to haue my life:
Oh seeke not to intrappe me, gracious Lord,
A Stranger, and distressed Gentleman,
That neuer aymed so hie, to loue your Daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.
king. Thou hast bewitcht my daughter,
And thou art a villaine.
Peri. By the Gods I haue not; neuer did thought
Of mine leuie offence; nor neuer did my actions
Yet commence a deed might gaine her loue,
Or your displeasure.
king. Traytor, thou lyeft.
Peri. Traytor?
king. I, traytor.
Peri. Euen in his throat, vnlesse it be the King,
That cal: me Traytor, I returne the lye.
king. Now by the Gods, I do applaude his courage,
Peri. My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
That neuer relisht of a base discent:
I came vnto your Court for Honours cause,
And not to be a Rebell to her state:
And he that otherwise accountes of me,
This Sword shall prooue, hee's Honours enemie.
king. No? heere comes my Daughter, she can witnesse it.
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- # Enter Pericle.