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The good in conversation 2
all the train with them. Enter at another door, a Gentleman with a Letter to PericLES; PERICLES shows the Letter to CLEON; then gives the Messena ger a reward, and knights him. Exeunt PERICLES, CLEON, &c. 'severally.
Gow. Good Helicane hath staid at home,
2 1. c. Conduct, behaviour. 3 Blessing.
And he, good prince, having all lost,
Pentapolis. An open Place by the Sea Side.
Enter PERICLES, wet. Per. Yet cease your ire, ye 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 watry grave, Here to have death in peace, is all he'll crave.
Enter three Fishermen.
i Fish. What, ho, Pilche!
1 Fish. Look how thou stirrest now! come away, or I'll fetch thee with a wannion.
3 Fish. 'Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor men that were cast away before us, even now.
i Fish. Alas, poor souls, it griev'd my heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to us, to help them, when, well-a-day, we could scarce help ourselves. • 3 Fish. Nay, master, said not I as much, when I porpus,
how he bounced and tumbled ? they say, they are half fish, half flesh: a plague on them, they ne'er come, but I look to be wash'd. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
i Fish. 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 whále; 'à plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales have I heard on a'the land, who never leave gaping, till they've swallow'd the whole parish, church, steeple, bells and all.
Per. A pretty moral.
3 Fish. But, master, if I had been the sexton, I would have been that day in the belfry.
2 Fish. Why, man?
3 Fish. Because he should have swallow'd me too: and when I had been in his belly, I would have kept such a jangling of the bells, that he should Qever have left, till he cast bells, steeple, church, and parish, up again. But if the good king Simonides were of niy
mind Per. Simonides?
3 Fish. We would purge the land of these drones, that rob the bee of her honey.
Per. How from the finny subject of the sea
2 Fish. Honest! good fellow, what's that? if it be a day fits you, scratch it out of the calendar, and no body will look after it.
Per. Nay, see, the sea hath cast upon your coast
2 Fish. What a drunken knave was the sea; to cast thee in our way!
Per. A man whom both the waters and the wind, In that vast tennis-court, hath made the ball For them to play upon, entreats you pity him; He asks of you, that never us'd to beg.
i Fish. No, friend, cannot you beg ? here's them in our country of Greece, gets more with begging, than we can do with working.
2 Fish. Can'st thou catch any fishes then? Per. I never practis'd it.
2 Fish. Nay, then thou wilt starve sure; for here's nothing to be got now a-days, unless thou can'st fish for't.
Per. What I have been, I have forgot to know;
suffice To give my tongue that heat, to ask your help ; Which if
shall refuse, when I am dead, For I am a man, pray see me buried. 1 Fish. 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,
Per. I thank you, sir.
2 Fish. Hark you, my friend, you said you could not beg
Per. I did but crave.
2 Fish. But crave? Then I'll turn crayer too, and so I shall 'scape whipping.
Per. Why, are all your beggars whipp'd then?
2 Fish. O, not all, my friend, not all; for if all your beggars were whipp'd, I would wish no better office, than to be beadle. But, master, I'll go draw up the net.
[Exeunt two of the Fishermen. Per. How well this honest mirth becomes their
labour ! i Fish. Hark you, sir ! do you know where you are? Per. Not well.
1 Fish. Why I'll tell you : this is called Pentapolis, and our king, the good Simonides.
Per. The good king Simonides, do you call him?
1 Fish. Ay, sir; and he deserves to be so call’d, for his peaceable reign, and good government.
Per. He is a happy king, since from his subjects He gains the name of good, by his government. How far is his court distant from this shore ?
i Fish. Marry, sir, half a day's journey; and I'll tell you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow iş her birth-day; and there are princes and knights