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Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste.
Enter MARINA. Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk; --never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not a fair creature?
Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well, there's for you ;-leave us.
Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I'll have done presently.
Lys. I beseech you, do.
Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man. [To Marina, whom she takes aside.
Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may wortbily note Liin.
Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to.
Mar. If he govern this country, you are bound to bim indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not.
Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? he will line your apron with gold.
Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive.
Lys. Have you done?
Bawd. My lord, she's not paeed yet ; you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour and her together.
Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Boult. Lys. Go thy ways.—Now, pretty one, how long have you
been at this trade? Mar. What trade, sir? Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend.
Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.
Lys. How long have you been of this profession ? Mar. Ever since I can remember.
Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a gamester at five, or at seven ?
Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.
Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims you to be a creature of sale.
Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.
Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am!
Mar. Who is my principal?
Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something of my power, and so stand aloof for more serious wooing. But I prote
But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendly upop thee. Come, bring me to some private place. Come, come.
Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now;
Lys. I did not think
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
Mar. The gods preserve you!
Lys. For me, be you thoughten
doors and windows savour vilely.
me, It shall be for thy good.
[As Lysimachus is putting up his purse,
[Exit Lysimachus. Boult. How's this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded ' like a spaniel. Come your ways.
Mar. Whither would you have me?
Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it.
Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say.
Boult. Worse and worse, mistress ; she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus.
Bawd. O abominable!
Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods.
Baud. Marry, hang her up for ever!
Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a snow-ball; saying his prayers too.
Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure: crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.
Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed.
Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!
Baud. She conjures: away with her. Would she had never come within my doors! Marry hang you ! She's born to undo us. Will
of women-kind ? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays !
[Exit Bawd. Boult. Come, mistress: come your way with me. Mar. Whither would
have me? Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.“
Mar. Prythee, tell me one thing first.
Boult. Why, I could wish bim to be my master, or rather,
mistress. Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art, Since they do better thee in their command. Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend Of bell would not in reputation change : Thou’rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel That hither coines enquiring for bis tib; To the cholerick fisting of each rogue thy ear
Is liable; thy very food is such
Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one?
Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth ; Serve by indenture to the common hangman; Any of these ways are better yet than this: For that which thou professest, a baboon, Could he but speak, would own a name too dear. O that the gods would safely from this place Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee. If that thy master would gain aught by me, Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast; And I will undertake all these to teach. I doubt not but this populous city will Yield many scholars.
Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?
Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, And prostitute me to the basest groom That doth frequent your house.
Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can place thee, I will.
Mar. But, amongst honest women?
Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their consent; therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways.