Till when (the which, I hope, shall ne'er be seen,)
Your grace is welcome to our town and us.

Per. Which welcome we'll accept; feast here a while,

Until our stars, that frown, lend us a smile. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

Enter GoWER.

Gow. Here have you seen a mighty king

His child, I wis, to incest bring;

A better prince, and benign lord,

Prove awful both in deed and word.1

Be quiet, then, as men should be,
Till he hath passed necessity.
I'll show you those in trouble's reign,
Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
The good in conversation,

3

To whom I give my benizon,)
Is still at Tharsus, where each man 2
Thinks all is writ he spoken can;
And, to remember what he does,
Gild his statue to make it glorious.
But tidings to the contrary

Are brought your eyes; what need speak I?

Dumb Show.

Enter, at one door, PERICLES, talking with CLEON; all the Train with them. Enter, at another door, a

1 i. e. you have seen a better prince, &c. that will prove awful,” i. e. reverent. The verb in the first line is carried on to the third.

2 "The good prince (on whom I bestow my best wishes) is still engaged at Tharsus, where every man," &c. Conversation is conduct, behavior. 3 "Pays as much respect to whatever Pericles says, as if it were Holy Writ."

Gentleman, with a letter to PERICLES; PERICLES shows the letter to CLEON; then gives the Messenger a reward, and knights him. Exeunt PERICLES, CLEON, &c. severally.

Gow. Good Helicane, that staid at home,1
Not to eat honey, like a drone,

From others' labors; for though he strive
To killen bad, keep good alive;

And, to fulfil his prince' desire,
Sends word of all that haps in Tyre;'

How Thaliard came full bent with sin,
And hid intent, to murder him;
And that in Tharsus was not best
Longer for him to make his rest.
He knowing so, put forth to seas,
Where when men been, there's seldom ease;
For now the wind begins to blow;
Thunder above, and deeps below,
Make such unquiet, that the ship

Should house him safe, is wrecked and split;

And he, good prince, having all lost,

By waves from coast to coast is tost;

All perishen of man, of pelf,

Ne aught escapen but himself;
Till fortune, tired with doing bad,
Threw him ashore, to give him glad ;

And here he comes: what shall be next,-
Pardon old Gower; this 'longs the text.

[Exit.

SCENE I. 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

1 Thus the old copy. Steevens reads:-
:-

"Good Helicane hath staid at home."

2 Old copy:-" Saved one of all," &c. The emendation is Steevens's.

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,

Washed 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.

1 Fish. What, ho, Pilche!1

2 Fish.

1 Fish.

Ho! come, and bring away the nets.
What, Patch-breech, I say!

3 Fish.

What say you, master?

1 Fish.

Look how thou stirrest now! come away,

or I'll fetch thee with a wannion.2

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

1 Fish. 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.

3 Fish. Nay, master, said not I as much, when I saw the porpoise, 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 washed. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.

1 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 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'the land, who never leave gaping till they've

1 The old copy reads:

"What to pelche."

The emendation was suggested by Mr. Tyrwhitt, who remarks that Pilche is a leathern coat.

2 This expression, which is equivalent to with a mischief, or with a vengeance, is of very frequent occurrence in old writers.

swallowed 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 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

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
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 labor, honest fishermen.

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.1

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 used to beg.

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

1 The old copy reads, “If it be a day fits you search out of the calendar, and nobody look after it." Some remark upon the day appears to have been omitted. Steevens supplied it thus :

"Per. Peace be at your labor, honest fishermen ; The day is rough, and thwarts your occupation." The following speech of Pericles is equally abrupt :

"Y' may see the sea hath cast me upon your coast." The emendation is by Steevens.

2 Fish. Canst thou catch any fishes then? Per. I never practised it.

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

Per. What I have been, I have forgot to know;
But what I am, want teaches me to think on;
A man shrunk 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.

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 holydays, fish for fastingdays, and, moreover, 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 craver, too, and so I shall 'scape whipping.

Per. Why, are all your beggars whipped, then?

2 Fish. 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. [Exeunt two of the Fishermen. Per. How well this honest mirth becomes their

labor!.

1 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 called, for his peaceable reign and good government.

1 Flap-jacks are pancakes.