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SCENE I.
Enter FISHERMEN, with their Lines, Nets, &c.A Fisherman.
We poor folks lead a sorry life, especially
If we have learn'd no trade, no occupation,
So of necessity must be content
With what we have.—Guess ye, how rich we are
By this our tackle. These poor hooks and rods
Are all we have to live by. From the city
We come here to the sea in quest of forage;
Our sport and exercise is catching lobsters,
Crabs, oysters, cockles, ev'ry kind of fish;
Some with our hooks, some get we from the rocks.
We draw all our provisions from the sea:
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We e'en sneak home, and sleep with empty bellies.—
The sea is now so rough, we have no hope
Of sport here; and except we get some shell-fish,
We must go supperless.—We will beseech
Good Venus here to favour and befriend us.
[They advance towards the Temple.
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