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Pericles
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Scene 1
Pentapolis. An open place by the sea-side.
Enter PERICLES, wet
PERICLESYet 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 FishermanWhat, ho, Pilch!
Second FishermanHa, come and bring away the nets!
First FishermanWhat, Patch-breech, I say!
Third FishermanWhat say you, master?
First FishermanLook how thou stirrest now! come away, or I’ll fetch thee with a wanion.
Third FishermanFaith, master, I am thinking of the poor men that were cast away before us even now.
First FishermanAlas, 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 FishermanNay, 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 FishermanWhy, 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
[A pretty moral.
Third FishermanBut, master, if I had been the sexton, I would have been that day in the belfry.
Second FishermanWhy, man?
Third FishermanBecause 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
[Simonides!
Third FishermanWe would purge the land of these drones, that rob the bee of her honey.
PERICLES
[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 FishermanHonest! good fellow, what’s that? If it be a day fits you, search out of the calendar, and nobody look after it.
PERICLESMay see the sea hath cast upon your coast.
Second FishermanWhat a drunken knave was the sea to cast thee in our way!
PERICLESA 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 FishermanNo, friend, cannot you beg? Here’s them in our country Greece gets more with begging than we can do with working.
Second FishermanCanst thou catch any fishes, then?
PERICLESI never practised it.
Second FishermanNay, then thou wilt starve, sure; for here’s nothing to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish for’t.
PERICLESWhat 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 FishermanDie 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.
PERICLESI thank you, sir.
Second FishermanHark you, my friend; you said you could not beg.
PERICLESI did but crave.
Second FishermanBut crave! Then I’ll turn craver too, and so I shall ’scape whipping.
PERICLESWhy, are all your beggars whipped, then?
Second FishermanO, 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
[How well this honest mirth becomes their labour!
First FishermanHark you, sir, do you know where ye are?
PERICLESNot well.
First FishermanWhy, I’ll tell you: this is called Pentapolis, and our king the good Simonides.
PERICLESThe good King Simonides, do you call him.
First FishermanAy, sir; and he deserves so to be called for his peaceable reign and good government.
PERICLESHe 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 FishermanMarry, 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.
PERICLESWere my fortunes equal to my desires, I could wish to make one there.
First FishermanO, 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 FishermanHelp, 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.
PERICLESAn 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 FishermanWhat mean you, sir?
PERICLESTo 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 FishermanWhy, wilt thou tourney for the lady?
PERICLESI’ll show the virtue I have borne in arms.
First FishermanWhy, do ’e take it, and the gods give thee good on’t!
Second FishermanAy, 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.
PERICLESBelieve ’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 FishermanWe’ll sure provide: thou shalt have my best gown to make thee a pair; and I’ll bring thee to the court myself.
PERICLESThen honour be but a goal to my will, This day I’ll rise, or else add ill to ill.
Exeunt
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Chicago: William Shakespeare, "Act 2, Scene 1," Pericles in Original Sources, accessed June 2, 2023, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CJWX19JD628XMT7.
MLA: Shakespeare, William. "Act 2, Scene 1." Pericles, in , Original Sources. 2 Jun. 2023. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CJWX19JD628XMT7.
Harvard: Shakespeare, W, 'Act 2, Scene 1' in Pericles. cited in , . Original Sources, retrieved 2 June 2023, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CJWX19JD628XMT7.
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