Act 2 - Scene 3

The same. A hall of state: a banquet prepared.

Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, Attendants, and Knights, from tilting


To say you're welcome were superfluous.
To place upon the volume of your deeds,
As in a title- page, your worth in arms,
Were more than you expect, or more than's fit,
Since every worth in show commends itself.
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast:
You are princes and my guests.


But you, my knight and guest;
To whom this wreath of victory I give,
And crown you king of this day's happiness.


'Tis more by fortune, lady, than by merit.


Call it by what you will, the day is yours;
And here, I hope, is none that envies it.
In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed,
To make some good, but others to exceed;
And you are her labour'd scholar. Come, queen o'
the feast,–
For, daughter, so you are, –here take your place:
Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace.


We are honour'd much by good Simonides.


Your presence glads our days: honour we love;
For who hates honour hates the gods above.


Sir, yonder is your place.


Some other is more fit.

First Knight

Contend not, sir; for we are gentlemen
That neither in our hearts nor outward eyes
Envy the great nor do the low despise.


You are right courteous knights.


Sit, sir, sit.

  By PanEris using Melati.

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