FIRST FISHERMAN.
Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady?
PERICLES.
I’ll show the virtue I have borne in arms.
FIRST FISHERMAN.
Why, d’ye 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 them.
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.
PERICLES.
Then honour be but a goal to my will,
This day I’ll rise, or else add ill to ill.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The same. A public way, or platform leading to the lists. A pavilion by the side of it for the reception of the King, Princess, Lords, etc.
Enter Simonides, Thaisa, Lords and Attendants.