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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre.
1. Die, ke-the; now Gods forbid't, and I have a Gowne heere, come put it on, keepe thee warme: now afore mee a handfome fellow: Come, thou fhalt goe home, and wee'le haue Flesh far all day, Fish for fafting-dayes and more; or Puddinges and Flap-iackes, and thou fhalt be welcome.
*Per.* I thanke you fir.
2. Harke you my friend: You fayd you could not beg?
*Per.* I did but craue.
3. But craue?
Then Ile turne Crauer too, and fo I shall fcape whipping.
*Per.* Why, are you Beggers whipt then?
2. Oh not all, my friend, not all: for if all your Beggers were whipt, I would with no better office, then to be Beadle: But Maifter, Ile goe draw vp the Net.
*Per.* How well this honest mirth becomes their labour?
1. Harke you fir; doe you know vvhere yee are?
*Per.* Not well.
1. Why Ile tell you, this I cald *Pentapolar*, And our King, the good *symonies*.
*Per.* The good *symonies*, doe you call him?
1. I fir, and he deferues fo to be cal'd, For his peaceable raigne, and good gouvernement.
*Per.* He is a happy King, since he gaines from His fubiefts the name of good, by his government. How farre is his Court distant from this shore?
1. Marv fir, halfe a dayes journey: And Ile tell you, He hath a faire Daughter, and to morrow is her birth-day, And there are Princes and Knights come from all partes of the World, to Iuff and Turney for her loue.
*Per.* Were my fortunes equal to my defires, I could with to make one there.
1. O fir, things must be as they may: and what a man can not get, he may lawfully deale for his Wives foule.
*Enter the two Fiber-men, drawing up a Net.*
2. Helpe Maifter helpe; heere's a Fish hanges in the Net, Like a poore mans right in the law: t'will hardly come out. Ha bots on't, tis come at laft; & tis turnd to a rufty Armour.
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II. i. 83—129
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