Speeches (Lines) for Second Fisherman in "Pericles, Prince of Tyre"

First Fisherman. What, ho, Pilch!

Second Fisherman. Ha, come and bring away the nets!

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

Second Fisherman. Why, man?

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!

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. 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.

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.

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.

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.