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 Iwere 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 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: 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. 122< 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, 141 Bawd. Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit. 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 yet. 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. 153 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. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, Untied I still my virgin-knot will keep. 160 Diana, aid my purpose! Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? [Exeunt.] 18 And for an honest attribute 2 cry out Dion. Cle. To such proceeding Who ever but his approbation added, Though not his prime consent, he did not flow From honourable sources. 1 Fact, deed. 2 For an honest attribute, i.e. to be accounted honest. 30 Nor none can know Leonine being gone. Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough; 2 And though you call my course unnatural, 40 We wept after her hearse, and yet we mourn: Her monument's almost finish'd, and her To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. Enter, from one side, PERICLES with his Train; from the other, CLEON and DIONYZA, in mourning garments. CLEON shows PERICLES the tomb of Marina; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then exeunt CLEON, DIONYZA, and the rest. See how belief may suffer by foul show! Leaves Tarsus, and again embarks. He swears By wicked Dionyza. 30 [Reads the inscription on Marina's monument. "The fairest, sweet'st, and best lies here, Who wither'd in her spring of year. She was of Tyrus the king's daughter, On whom foul death hath made this slaughter; Marina was she call'd; and at her birth, Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' th' earth: 4 Thwarting, crossing. 5 Goes along, goes with him. 6 Govern it, act as governor. 7 Borrow'd passion, counterfeit grief. 2 Thorough, through. 3 Making, i.e. voyaging. s Wit, know, take note of. 40 Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, No visor doth become black villany SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel. Enter PANDER, Bawd, and BoULT. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she had ne'er come here. Bawd. Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravish'd, or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen1 a kiss of her. 10 Boult. Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests. Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me! 1 Cheapen, bargain for. Lys. How now! How2 a dozen of virginities? Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour!) Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. Lys. You may so; 't is the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon? Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would -but there never came her like in Mytilene. Lys. If she'd do the deed of darkness, thou wouldst say. 33 Bawd. Your honour knows what 't is to say well enough. Lys. Well, call forth, call forth. [Exit Boult. Bawd. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but |