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ACT IV BOULT. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him Sc. II roast-meat for worms. But I'll go search the market.

[exit. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty

a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. BAWD. Why to give over, I pray you ? is it a shame to

get when we are old ? Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the commodity,

nor the commodity wages not with the danger: therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatch'd. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the Gods

will be strong with us for giving over. BAWD. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. PAND. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend

Neither is our profession any trade; it's no calling. But here comes Boult.



Re-enter BOULT, with the Pirates and MARINA. Boult (to MARINA.] Come your ways. My Masters,

you say she's a virgin? FIRST PIRATE. O, Sir, we doubt it not. 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 excel

lent good clothes: there's no further necessity of

qualities can make her be refus'd. Bawd. What's her price, Boult? BOULT. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand

pieces. 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 Pandar 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 ACT IV you.

Sc. II BOULT. Performance shall follow.

[exit. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! He should have struck, not spoke; or that these

Not enough barbarous—had not o'erboard thrown me

For to seek my mother!
BAWD. Why lament you, pretty One?
Mar. That I am pretty.
Bawd. Come, the Gods have done their part in you.
MAR. I accuse them not.
Bawd. You are light into my hands, where you are like

to live.
MAR. The more my fault

To scape his hands where I was like to die.
BawD. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
Mar. No.
Bawa. 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 ’re a young foolish sapling, and must be bow'd 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 return’d.



Re-enter BOULT.

Now, Sir, hast thou cried her through the market ? 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

Sc. II


inclination of the people, especially of the younger

sort? Boult. 'Faith, they listen’d to me as they would have

hearken'd to their father's testament. There was a Spaniard's mouth so water'd, 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 offer'd to cut a caper at the proclama-

tion; 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




BOULT. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we

should lodge them with this sign. BAWD [to MARINA.] Pray you, come hither awhile. You

have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you must seem to do that fearfully which you commit willingly; despise profit where you have most gain. To weep, that

you live as ye 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 her's must be quench’d with some

present practice. BAWD. Thou say'st 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 bargain'd for the joint-
BawD. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit.
BOULT. I may so.
Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young One, I like

the manner of your garments well.



Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be chang’d ACT IV yet.

Sc. II Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what

a sojourner we have; you 'll lose nothing by custom. When Nature fram'd 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-inclin'd. I'll bring home some

to-night. Bawd. Come your ways; follow me. MAR. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep,

Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.

Diana, aid my purpose ! Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us?



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Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone ?
CLE. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter

The Sun and Moon ne'er look'd upon !

I think
You 'll turn a child again.
CLE. Were I chief Lord of all this spacious World,
I ’ld give it to undo the deed.

O Lady,
Much less in blood than virtue, yet a Princess
To equal any single crown o' the Earth
I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine !
Whom thou hast poison’d too:
If thou hadst drunk to him, 't had been a kindness
Becoming well thy fact: what canst thou say

When noble Pericles shall demand his child ?
Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the Fates,

To foster it, nor ever to preserve.
She died at night; I'll say so. Who can cross it?
Unless you play the impious innocent,
lie, treacherous to your own family.







And for an honest attribute cry out

She died by foul play.

O, go to. Well, well,
Of all the faults beneath the Heavens, the Gods

Do like this worst.

Be one of those that think
The petty wrens of Tarsus will fly hence

this to Pericles. I do shame
To think of what a noble strain you are,

And of how coward a spirit.

To such proceeding
Who ever but his approbation added,
Though not his prime consent, he did not flow

From honourable sources.

Be it so, then:
Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
She did distain my child, and stood between
Her and her fortunes: none would look on her,
But cast their gazes on Marina's face;
Whilst our's was blurted at, and held a malkin,
Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough;
And though you call my course unnatural,
You not your child well loving, yet I find
It greets me as an enterprise of kindness

Perform'd to your sole daughter.

Heavens forgive it!
DION. And as for Pericles,

What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
And yet we mourn: her monument
Is almost finish’d, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us

At whose expense 'tis done.

Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, dost, with thine Angel's face,

Seize with thine eagle's talons.
DION. You are like one that superstitiously

Doth swear to the Gods that Winter kills the flies :
But yet I know you 'll do as I advise. [exeunt.

1 i.e. an ordinary salutation.


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