Act 2 - Scene 5
Pentapolis. A room in the palace.
Enter SIMONIDES, reading a letter, at one door: the Knights meet him
Good morrow to the good Simonides.
Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake
Her reason to herself is only known,
Which yet from her by no means can I get.
May we not get access to her, my lord?
'Faith, by no means; she has so strictly tied
Her to her chamber, that 'tis impossible.
One twelve moons
more she'll wear Diana's livery;
This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd
And on her virgin honour will
not break it.
Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
They are well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter:
She tells me here, she'd wed the stranger knight,
never more to view nor day nor light.
'Tis well, mistress; your choice 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 choice;
And will no
longer have it be delay'd.
Soft! here he comes: I must dissemble it.
All fortune to the good Simonides!
To you as much, sir! I am beholding to you
For your sweet music this last night: I do
Protest my ears
were never better fed
With such delightful pleasing harmony.
It is your grace's pleasure to commend;
Not my desert.
Sir, you are music's master.
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