Page 163 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

It kept where I kept, I so dearly loved it,
Till the rough seas, that spares not any man,
Took it in rage, though calmed have given’t again.
I thank thee for’t. My shipwreck now’s no ill,

Since I have here my father gave in his will. [135]

FIRST FISHERMAN
What mean you, sir?

PERICLES
To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,
For it was sometime target to a king.
I know it by this mark. He loved me dearly,

And for his sake I wish the having of it; [140]
And that you’d guide me to your sovereign’s court,
Where with it I may appear a gentleman;
And if that ever my low fortune’s better,

I’ll pay your bounties; till then rest your debtor.

FIRST FISHERMAN
Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady? [145]

PERICLES
I’Il 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 [150] 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, [155]
And spite of all the rapture of the sea