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Boult. Master, I have gone through for this piece, you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest.
Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities?
Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good clothes: there's no further necessity of qualities can make her be refused.
Bawd. What's her price, Boult?
Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment.
[Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her, ---the colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give most shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command you. Boult. Performance shall follow.
[Exit. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow!He should have struck, not spoke;—or that these pirates,Not enough barbarous, -had not o'erboard thrown me For to seek my mother!
Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?
Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
Bawd. Yes, indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fashions. You shall fare well: you shall have the difference of all complexions. What! do you stop your ears? Mar. Are you a woman?
Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a woman?
Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman.
Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you are a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have you. Mar. The gods defend me!
Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men must stir you up.-Boult's returned.
Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice.
Bawd. And I pr’ythee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort?
Boult. Faith, they listened to me as they would have hearkened to their father's testament. There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered that he went to bed to her very description.
Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on.
Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know the French knight that cowers i’ the hams?
Bawd. Who? Monsieur Veroles ?
Boult. Ay: he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her to-morrow.
Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease hither: here he does but repair it. I know he will come in our shadow to scatter his crowns in the sun.
Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we should lodge them with this sign.
Bawd. [to MAR.] Pray you, come hither awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you must seem to do that fearfully which you commit willingly; to despise profit where you have most gain. To weep that you live as you do makes pity in your lovers: seldom but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit.
Mar. I understand you not.
Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these blushes of hers must be quenched with some present practice.
Bawd. Thou sayest true, i' faith, so they must; for your bride goes to that with shame which is her way to go with warrant.
Boult. Faith, some do, and some do not. But, mistress, if I have bargained for the joint,
Bawd. Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.
Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one,
Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet.
Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by custom. When nature framed this piece she meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report.
Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home some to-night.
Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.
Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us?
SCENE III.—THARSUS. A Room in CLEON'S House.
Enter Cleon and DIONYZA.
Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world,
Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,
O, go to. Well, well.
Be one of those that think
To such proceeding
Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow
Be it so, then:
Heavens forgive it!
Thou art like the harpy,
Dion. You are like one that superstitiously
Enter GOWER, before the Monument of MARINA at Tharsus.
Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make • short; Sail seas in cockles, have an wish but for’t; Making, -to take your imagination, From bourn to bourn, region to region. By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime To use one language in each several clime, Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you The stages of our story. Pericles Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, Attended on by many a lord and knight, To see his daughter, all his life's delight. Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late Advanc'd in time to great and high estate,
Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
DIONzya at the other. CLEON shows PERICLES the Tomb
[Reads the inscription on MARINA'S Monument.
The fairest, sweet'st, and best lies here.
No visard does become black villany