Page 178 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

And she will be your scholar. Therefore, look to it.

PERICLES
I am unworthy for her schoolmaster.

SIMONIDES
She thinks not so; peruse this writing else. [40]

PERICLES
(aside)
What’s here?
A letter that she loves the knight of Tyre!

’Tis the King’s subtlety to have my life. −
O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord,
A stranger and distressèd gentleman, [45]

That never aimed so high to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.

SIMONIDES
Thou hast bewitched my daughter,
And thou art a villain.

PERICLES
By the gods, I have not.
Never did thought of mine levy offence, [50]

Nor never did my actions yet commence
A deed might gain her love or your displeasure.

SIMONIDES
Traitor, thou liest.

PERICLES
Traitor!

SIMONIDES
Ay, traitor.