Act 2, Scene 1: Pentapolis. An open place by the sea-side

SCENE I. Pentapolis. An open place by the sea-side.

    Enter PERICLES, wet

PERICLES

    Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
    Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man
    Is but a substance that must yield to you;
    And I, as fits my nature, do obey you:
    Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks,
    Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath
    Nothing to think on but ensuing death:
    Let it suffice the greatness of your powers
    To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes;
    And having thrown him from your watery grave,
    Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave.

    Enter three FISHERMEN

First Fisherman

    What, ho, Pilch!

Second Fisherman

    Ha, come and bring away the nets!

First Fisherman

    What, Patch-breech, I say!

Third Fisherman

    What say you, master?

First Fisherman

    Look how thou stirrest now! come away, or I'll
    fetch thee with a wanion.

Third Fisherman

    Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor men that
    were cast away before us even now.

First Fisherman

    Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart to hear what
    pitiful cries they made to us to help them, when,
    well-a-day, we could scarce help ourselves.

Third Fisherman

    Nay, master, said not I as much when I saw the
    porpus how he bounced and tumbled? they say
    they're half fish, half flesh: a plague on them,
    they ne'er come but I look to be washed. Master, I
    marvel how the fishes live in the sea.

First Fisherman

    Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the
    little ones: I can compare our rich misers to
    nothing so fitly as to a whale; a' plays and
    tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at
    last devours them all at a mouthful: such whales
    have I heard on o' the land, who never leave gaping
    till they've swallowed the whole parish, church,
    steeple, bells, and all.

PERICLES

    [Aside] A pretty moral.

Third Fisherman

    But, master, if I had been the sexton, I would have
    been that day in the belfry.

Second Fisherman

    Why, man?

Third Fisherman

    Because he should have swallowed me too: and when I
    had been in his belly, I would have kept such a
    jangling of the bells, that he should never have
    left, till he cast bells, steeple, church, and
    parish up again. But if the good King Simonides
    were of my mind,--

PERICLES

    [Aside] Simonides!

Third Fisherman

    We would purge the land of these drones, that rob
    the bee of her honey.

PERICLES

    [Aside] How from the finny subject of the sea
    These fishers tell the infirmities of men;
    And from their watery empire recollect
    All that may men approve or men detect!
    Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen.

Second Fisherman

    Honest! good fellow, what's that? If it be a day
    fits you, search out of the calendar, and nobody
    look after it.

PERICLES

    May see the sea hath cast upon your coast.

Second Fisherman

    What a drunken knave was the sea to cast thee in our
    way!

PERICLES

    A man whom both the waters and the wind,
    In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball
    For them to play upon, entreats you pity him:
    He asks of you, that never used to beg.

First Fisherman

    No, friend, cannot you beg? Here's them in our
    country Greece gets more with begging than we can do
    with working.

Second Fisherman

    Canst thou catch any fishes, then?

PERICLES

    I never practised it.

Second Fisherman

    Nay, then thou wilt starve, sure; for here's nothing
    to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish for't.

PERICLES

    What I have been I have forgot to know;
    But what I am, want teaches me to think on:
    A man throng'd up with cold: my veins are chill,
    And have no more of life than may suffice
    To give my tongue that heat to ask your help;
    Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
    For that I am a man, pray see me buried.

First Fisherman

    Die quoth-a? Now gods forbid! I have a gown here;
    come, put it on; keep thee warm. Now, afore me, a
    handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home, and
    we'll have flesh for holidays, fish for
    fasting-days, and moreo'er puddings and flap-jacks,
    and thou shalt be welcome.

PERICLES

    I thank you, sir.

Second Fisherman

    Hark you, my friend; you said you could not beg.

PERICLES

    I did but crave.

Second Fisherman

    But crave! Then I'll turn craver too, and so I
    shall 'scape whipping.

PERICLES

    Why, are all your beggars whipped, then?

Second Fisherman

    O, not all, my friend, not all; for if all your
    beggars were whipped, I would wish no better office
    than to be beadle. But, master, I'll go draw up the
    net.

    Exit with Third Fisherman

PERICLES

    [Aside] How well this honest mirth becomes their labour!

First Fisherman

    Hark you, sir, do you know where ye are?

PERICLES

    Not well.

First Fisherman

    Why, I'll tell you: this is called Pentapolis, and
    our king the good Simonides.

PERICLES

    The good King Simonides, do you call him.

First Fisherman

    Ay, sir; and he deserves so to be called for his
    peaceable reign and good government.

PERICLES

    He is a happy king, since he gains from his subjects
    the name of good by his government. How far is his
    court distant from this shore?

First Fisherman

    Marry, sir, half a day's journey: and I'll tell
    you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow is her
    birth-day; and there are princes and knights come
    from all parts of the world to just and tourney for her love.

PERICLES

    Were my fortunes equal to my desires, I could wish
    to make one there.

First Fisherman

    O, sir, things must be as they may; and what a man
    cannot get, he may lawfully deal for--his wife's soul.

    Re-enter Second and Third Fishermen, drawing up a net

Second Fisherman

    Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net,
    like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly
    come out. Ha! bots on't, 'tis come at last, and
    'tis turned to a rusty armour.

PERICLES

    An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it.
    Thanks, fortune, yet, that, after all my crosses,
    Thou givest me somewhat to repair myself;
    And though it was mine own, part of my heritage,
    Which my dead father did bequeath to me.
    With this strict charge, even as he left his life,
    'Keep it, my Pericles; it hath been a shield
    Twixt me and death;'--and pointed to this brace;--
    'For that it saved me, keep it; in like necessity--
    The which the gods protect thee from!--may
    defend thee.'
    It kept where I kept, I so dearly loved it;
    Till the rough seas, that spare not any man,
    Took it in rage, though calm'd have given't again:
    I thank thee for't: my shipwreck now's no ill,
    Since I have here my father's gift in's will.

First Fisherman

    What mean you, sir?

PERICLES

    To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,
    For it was sometime target to a king;
    I know it by this mark. He loved me dearly,
    And for his sake I wish the having of it;
    And that you'ld guide me to your sovereign's court,
    Where with it I may appear a gentleman;
    And if that ever my low fortune's better,
    I'll pay your bounties; till then rest your debtor.

First Fisherman

    Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady?

PERICLES

    I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms.

First Fisherman

    Why, do 'e take it, and the gods give thee good on't!

Second Fisherman

    Ay, but hark you, my friend; 'twas we that made up
    this garment through the rough seams of the waters:
    there are certain condolements, certain vails. I
    hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from
    whence you had it.

PERICLES

    Believe 't, I will.
    By your furtherance I am clothed in steel;
    And, spite of all the rapture of the sea,
    This jewel holds his building on my arm:
    Unto thy value I will mount myself
    Upon a courser, whose delightful steps
    Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread.
    Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided
    Of a pair of bases.

Second Fisherman

    We'll sure provide: thou shalt have my best gown to
    make thee a pair; and I'll bring thee to the court myself.

PERICLES

    Then honour be but a goal to my will,
    This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill.

    Exeunt

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