Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune, And will awake him from his melancholy. Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles, And waste the time, which looks for other revels. Even in your armours, as you are address’d, Will well become a soldier’s dance. I will not have excuse, with saying this, ‘Loud music is too harsh for ladies’ heads’ Since they love men in arms as well as beds. (The Knights dance.) So, this was well ask’d, ’twas so well perform’d. Come, sir; here is a lady which wants breathing too: And I have heard you knights of Tyre Are excellent in making ladies trip; And that their measures are as excellent. (PERICLES: In those that practise them they are, my lord.) O, that’s as much as you would be denied Of your fair courtesy. (The Knights and Ladies dance.) Unclasp, unclasp: Thanks gentlemen, to all; all have done well. (To Pericles.) But you the best. Pages and lights to conduct These knights unto their several lodgings. (To Pericles.) Yours, sir, we have given order to be next our own. (PERICLES: I am at your grace’s pleasure.) Princes, it is too late to talk of love; And that’s the mark I know you level at: Therefore each one betake him to his rest; Tomorrow all for speeding do their best. (Exeunt.)

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