And here he comes. What shall be next,
Pardon old Gower-this longs the text. Exit
SCENE 1.
Pentapolis. An open place by the seaside
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 wat'ry 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, patchbreech, I say!
THIRD FISHERMAN. What say you, master?
FIRST FISHERMAN. Look how thou stirr'st 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 porpas how he bounc'd and tumbled? They say
they're 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.
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 a' th' land,
who never leave gaping till they've swallow'd 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 wat'ry 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, scratch't 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 hath made the ball
For them to play upon entreats you pity him;
He asks of you that never us'd to beg.
FIRST FISHERMAN. No, friend, cannot you beg? Here's them
in our country of Greece gets more with begging than we
can do with working.
SECOND FISHERMAN. Canst thou catch any fishes, then?
PERICLES. I never practis'd 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
sufficeTo 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't! And 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 flapjacks; 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 whipp'd, then?
SECOND FISHERMAN. O, not all, my friend, not an! 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.
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 call'd Pentapolis,
and our king the good Simonides.
PERICLES. The good Simonides, do you call him?
FIRST FISHERMAN. Ay, sir; and he deserves so to be call'd 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
birthday, and there are
princes and
knights come from all
parts of the world to joust 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 turn'd
to a rusty
armour.
PERICLES. An
armour, friends! I pray you let me see it.
Thanks, Fortune, yet, that after an 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
strictcharge, 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 sav'd me, keep it. In like necessity-
The which the gods protect thee from!-may't defend thee!'
It kept where I kept, I so
dearly lov'd it;
Tiff 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 in,
Since I have here my father's gift in his 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 lov'd me
dearly,
And for his sake I wish the having of it;
And that you'd 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 them.
PERICLES. Believe't, I will.
By your furtherance I am cloth'd in steel;
And spite of all the rupture 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
SCENE 2.
Pentapolis. A public way or
platform leading to the
lists. A
pavilion by the side of it for the reception
of the KING, PRINCESS, LORDS, &C.
Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, LORDS, and attendants
SIMONIDES. Are the
knights ready to begin the triumph?
FIRST LORD. They are, my liege;
And stay your coming to present themselves.
SIMONIDES. Return them we are ready; and our daughter
here,
In honour of whose birth these triumphs are,
Sits here like beauty's child, whom nature gat
For men to see, and
seeing wonder at. Exit a LORD
THAISA. It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express
My commendations great, whose merit's less.
SIMONIDES. It's fit it should be so; for
princes are
A model which heaven makes like to itself:
As jewels lose their glory if neglected,
So
princes their renowns if not respected.
'Tis now your honour, daughter, to entertain
The labour of each
knight in his
device.
THAISA. Which, to
preserve mine honour, I'll perform.
Enter a KNIGHT; he passes over, and his SQUIRE
presents his
shield to the PRINCESS
SIMONIDES. Who is the first that doth prefer himself?
THAISA. A
knight of Sparta, my
renowned father;
And the
device he bears upon his
shieldIs a black Ethiope reaching at the sun;
The word, 'Lux tua vita mihi.'