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- # Enter the two Fiber-men, drawing up a Net.
## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope)
This is a scene extracted from a text file, labeled "Enter the two Fiber-men, drawing up a Net." It is part of a larger chapter within a text file and was extracted on January 30, 2026. The scene's text spans lines 15909 to 15979 of the source file.
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
This scene is part of the chapter [Pericles Prince of Tyree](arke:01KG6S4D9NH3YE20C4QTTYGAEX), which is itself part of the [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) poetry collection. The chapter and scene were extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA), which is contained within the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The scene follows the scene "Enter three & four-men." and precedes the scene "Euter Simonyde, with attendance, and Thiefe.".
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The scene opens with the stage direction "*Enter the two Fiber-men, drawing up a Net.*" The text includes dialogue between the Fiber-men, discussing a fish caught in the net that turns into "a rufty Armour". The scene then transitions to a speech by Pericles, who identifies the armor as his father's shield and expresses gratitude for its return after a shipwreck. Pericles then asks the Fiber-men for assistance and guidance to the court. The scene concludes with further dialogue, including Pericles's declaration of his intent to "shew the vertue I hauc borne in Armies."
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- *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.
C 3.
*Per. An*
II. i. 83—129
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# The Play of
**Per.** An Armour friends; I pury you let me feel!
Thankes Fortune, year that after all croftes,
Thou giuest me somewhat to repaire my felfe:
And though it was mine-owne part of my heritage,
Which my dead Father did bequeath to me,
With this strict charge euen as he left his life,
Keepeit my *Perycles*, it hath been a Shield
Twirt me and death, and poynted to this brayfe,
For that it fained me, keepe it in like necefsitie:
The which the Gods protest thee, Fame may defend thee:
It kept where I kept, I so dearely lou'dit,
Till the rough Seas, that spares not any man,
Tooke it in rage, though calm'd, hauc giuen't againe:
I thanke thee for't, my shipwracke now's no ill,
Since I-hauc heere my Father gaue in his Will.
1. What nieane you fir?
**Pers.** To begge of you (kind friends) this Coate of worth,
For it was sometime Target to a King;
I know it by this marke: he loued me dearely,
And for his fake, I wish the hauling of it,
And that you'd guide me to your Soueraignes Court,
Where with it, I may appeare a Gentleman:
And if that euer my low fortune's better,
Ile pay your bounties; till then, reft your debter.
1. Why wilt thou turney for the Lady?
**Pers.** Ile shew the vertue I hauc borne in Armies.
1. Why di'ctake it: and the Gods gine thee good an't.
2. I but harke you my friend, t'was wee that made vp this Garment through the rough seames of the Waters: there are certaine Condolements, certaine Vailes: I hope fir, if you thriue, you le remember from whence you had them.
**Pers.** Beleue't, I will:
By your furtherance I am cloth'd in Steele,
And spight of all the rupture of the Sea,
This Jewell holdes his buylding on my arme:
Vnto thy value I will mount my felfe.
Vpon
II. i. 130—169
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Vpon a Courser, whose delight fteps, & fall
Shall make the gazer joy to leo him tread;
Onely (my friend; I yet am vuprouided of a paire of Bafes.
1. Wee'le fure proude, thou fnaithaue
My beft Gowne to make thee a paise;
And Ile bring thee to the Court my felfe.
'Pers. Then Honour be but a Goal to my Will,
This day Ile rite, or elfe addeill to ill.
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- Enter the two Fiber-men, drawing up a Net.