"I want you and your sons to go about among the fishermen and tell them what is proposed to be done, and how ruinous it will be for them.

You know how fond of fishermen I am, and how sorry I should be to see them injured.

You stir them up for the next three or four days, and get them to boiling point.

I will let you know when the time comes.

There are other trades who will be injured by this business, and when the time comes you fishermen with your oars in your hands must join the others and go through the streets shouting 'Hannibal for general! Down with Hanno and the tax gatherers!'" "Down with the tax gatherers is a good cry," the old fisherman said.
"They take one fish of every four I bring in, and always choose the finest.