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- ## Enter three & four-men.
1. What, to pefch?
2. Ha, come and bring away the Nets.
3. What Patch-breech, I say.
4. What say you Mailfer?
5. Looke how thou fhrs'ft now:
Come away, or Ile fetch'th with a wasion.
6. Fayth Mailfer, I am thinking of the poore men,
That were caft away before vs euen now.
7. Alaffe poore foules, it grieved my heart to heare,
What pittifull cryes they made to vs, to helpe them,
When (welladay) we could scarce helpe our selues.
8. Nay Mailfer, sayd not I as much,
When I saw the Porpas how he bounft and tumbled?
They say they're haffe fifth, haffe fifth:
A plague on them, they nere come but I looke to be waifht.
Mailfer. I maruell how the Fishes liue in the Sea?
9. Why, as Men doe a-land;
The great ones eate vp the little ones:
I can compare our rich Mifers to nothing so fitly,
As to a Whale; a playes and tumbles,
Dryuing the poore Fry before him,
And at laft, deuowre them all at a mouthfull:
Such Whales haue I heard on, a'th land,
Who neuer leaue gaping, till they swallow'd
The whole Parish, Church, Steeple, Belles and all.
## Pers. A prettiemoral.
1. But Mailfer, if I had been the Sexton,
I would haue been that day in the befrie.
2. Why, Man?
C 2.
1. Because
II. i. 5—43
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# The Play of
1. Because he should have swallowed mee too,
And when I had been in his belly,
I would have kept such a jangling of the Belles,
That he should never have left,
Till he cast Belles, Steeple, Church and Parish vp againe:
But if the good King Simonian were of my mind.
*Per. Simonian?*
3. We would purge the land of these Drones,
That robbe the Bee of her Hony.
*Per. How from the fenny subject of the Sea,
These Fishers tell the infirmities of men,
And from their watry empire recollect,
All that may men approve, or men detect.
Peace be at your labour, honest Fisher-men.*
2. Honest good fellow what’s that, if it be a day fits you
Search out of the Kalender, and no body looks after it?
*Per. May see the Sea hath cast vpon your coast:*
3. What a drunken Knaue was the Sea,
To cast thee in our way?
*Per. A man whom both the Waters and the Winde,
In that vast Tennis-court, hath made the Ball
For them to play vpon, intreates you pittie him:
Hee askes of you, that never vs’d to begge.*
1. No friend, cannot you begge?
Heer’s them in our country of *greece*,
Gets more with begging, then we can doe with working.
2. Canst thou catch any Fishes then?
*Per. I never practizde it.*
2. Nay then thou wilt starue sure: for heer’s nothing to
be got now-adayes, vnesse thou canst fish for’t.
*Per. What I have been, I have forgot to know;
But what I am, want teaches me to thinke on:
A man throng’d vp with cold, my Veines are chill,
And have’no more of life then may suffice,
To giue my tongue that heat to aske your helpe:
Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
For that I am a man, pray you see me buried.*
1. Die
II. i. 44—82
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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.
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