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Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)
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Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
What ho, Pilch!
Ha! Come and bring away the nets.
What, Patch-breech, I say!
What say you, master?
Look how thou stirr'st now! 565Come away, or I'll fetch thee with a wanion.
'Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor men, 567that were cast away before us even now.
Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart to hear 569what pitiful cries they made to us to help them, 570when (welladay!) we could scarce help ourselves.
Nay master, said not I as much, 572when I saw the porpoise how he bounced and tumbled? 573They say they're half fish, half flesh. 574A plague on them! They ne'er come but I look to be washed. 575Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
Why, as men do a-land: 577the great ones eat up the little ones. 578I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly 579as to a whale: 'a plays and tumbles, 580driving the poor fry before him, 581and at last, devours them all at a mouthful. 582Such whales have I heard on, a'th'land, 583who never leave gaping, till they swallowed 584the whole parish: church, steeple, bells and all.
[Aside] A pretty moral!
But master, if I had been the sexton, 587I would have been that day in the belfry.
Why, man?
Because he should have swallowed me too, 590and when I had been in his belly 591I would have kept such a jangling of the bells 592that he should never have left 593till he cast bells, steeple, church and parish up again! 594But if the good King Simonides were of my mind --
[Aside] Simonides?
-- we would purge the land of these drones 597that rob the bee of her honey.
[Aside] How, from the finny subject of the sea,
2.1.30.1[He comes forward.]
Honest, good fellow? What's that? If it be a day fits you, 604scratch't out of the calendar, and nobody look after it.
May see the sea hath cast upon your coast --
What a drunken knave was the sea 607to cast thee in our way!
-- A man whom both the waters and the wind,
No, friend, cannot you beg? 613Here's them in our country of Greece 614gets more with begging than we can do with working!
Canst thou catch any fishes then?
I never practiced it.
Nay then thou wilt starve, sure! For here's nothing to 618be got nowadays, unless thou canst fish for't.
What I have been, I have forgot to know;
Die, quoth-a? Now gods forbid't, an I have a gown 627here! [He gives Pericles a gown.] Come, put it on, keep thee warm! [Pericles puts on the gown.] Now, afore me, a 628handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home, and we'll 629have flesh for holidays, fish for fasting-days and, moreo'er, 630puddings and flapjacks, and thou shalt be welcome.
I thank you, sir.
Hark you my friend: you said you could not beg!
I did but crave.
But crave? 635Then I'll turn craver too, and so I shall scape whipping!
Why, are your beggars whipped then?
Oh, not all, my friend, not all. For if all your beggars 638were whipped, I would wish no better office than to be beadle. 639But master, I'll go draw up the net.
2.1.56.1[Exeunt 2 and 3 Fishermen.]
[Aside] How well this honest mirth becomes their labor.
Hark you, sir. Do you know where ye are?
Not well.
Why, I'll tell you. This is called Pentapolis, 644and our king, the good Simonides.
The good Simonides, do you call him?
Ay sir, and he deserves so to be called 647for his peaceable reign and good government.
He is a happy king, since he gains from 649his subjects the name of good by his government. 650How far is his court distant from this shore?
Marry sir, half a day's journey. And I'll tell you: 652he hath a fair daughter, and tomorrow is her birthday, 653and there are princes and knights come from all parts of 654the world, to joust and tourney for her love.
Were my fortunes equal to my desires, 656I could wish to make one there.
Oh, sir, things must be as they may! And what a man can 658not get, he may lawfully deal for -- for his wife's soul.
Help, master, help! Here's a fish hangs in the net 661like a poor man's right in the law: 'twill hardly come out! 662[He pulls a piece of armor from the net.] Ha! Bots on't, 'tis come at last; and 'tis turned to a rusty armor.
An armor, friends? I pray you, let me see it.
What mean you, sir?
To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,
Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady?
I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms.
Why, d'ye take it; and the gods give thee good on't.
2.1.94.1[Pericles begins putting on the armor.]
Ay, but hark you, my friend: 'twas we that made up 691this garment through the rough seams of the waters. 692There are certain condolements, certain vails; I hope, 693sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from whence you had 694them.
Believe't, I will:
2.1.104Of a pair of bases.
We'll sure provide. Thou shalt have 704my best gown to make thee a pair, 705and I'll bring thee to the court myself.
Then honor be but equal to my will,
2.1.106.1[Exeunt.]