SCENE II
The same. A public way or platformleading to the lists. A pavilion by the
side of it for the reception of the King,
Princess, Lords, &c.
Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords and Attendants.
Sim.
Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?
First Lord.
They are, my liege;
And stay your coming to present themselves.
Sim.
Return them, we are ready; and our daughter,
In honor 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.
Thai.
It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express
My commendations great, whose merit's less.
Sim.
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 honor, daughter, to explain
The labor of each knight in his device.
Thai.
Which, to preserve mine honor, I'll perform. Enter a Knight; he passes over, and his
Squire presents his shield to the Princess.
Sim.
Who is the first that doth prefer himself?
Thai.
A knight of Sparta, my renowned father;
And the device he bears upon his shield
20Is a black Ethiope reaching at the sun:
The word, 'Lux tua vita mihi.'
Sim.
He loves you well that holds his life of you. [The Second Knight passes over.
Who is the second that presents himself?
Thai.
A prince of Macedon, my royal fa- ther;
And the device he bears upon his shield
Is an arm'd knight that's conquered by a lady;
The motto thus, in Spanish, 'Piu por dulzura que por fuerza.' [The Third Knight passes over.
Sim.
And what's the third?
Thai.
The third of Antioch;
And his device, a wreath of chivalry;
30The word, 'Me pompae provexit apex.' [The Fourth Knight passes over.
Sim.
What is the fourth?
Thai.
A burning torch that's turned upside down;
The word, 'Quod me alit, me extinguit.'
Sim.
Which shows that beauty hath his power and will,
Which can as well inflame as it can kill. [The Fifth Knight passes over.
Thai.
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.
Sim.
And what's
40The sixth and last, the which the knight himself
With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd?
Thai.
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.'
Sim.
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;
50For by his rusty outside he appears
To have practised more the whipstock than the lance.
Sec. Lord.
He well may be a stranger, for he comes
To an honor'd triumph strangely furnished.
Third Lord.
And on set purpose let his armor rust
Until this day, to scour it in the dust.
Sim.
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. [Exeunt.
[Great shouts within, and all cry 'The mean knight!'
