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Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Thou art resolv'd?
I am resolv'd.
Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers.
Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,
Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Mar. No, I pray you;
I'll not bereave you of your servant.
Well, I will go;
Dion. Come, come; I love the king your father, and yourself, With more than foreign heart. We every day Expect him here: when he shall come, and find Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve That excellent complexion, which did steal The eyes of young and old. Care not for me; I can go home alone.
But yet I have no desire to it.
Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least; Remember what I have said.
I warrant yo 1,
Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while; Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood: What! I must have a care of you.
Thanks, sweet madam. — [Erit DIONYZA
Is this wind westerly that blows?
That almost burst the deck, and from the laddertackle
Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one,
For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
Why will you kill me?
Mar. Leon. To satisfy my lady. Mar. Why would she have me kill'd? Now, as I can remember, by my troth, I never did her hurt in all my life; I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn To any living creature: believe me, la, I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly: I trod upon a worm against my will, But I wept for it. How have I offended, Wherein my death might yield her profit, or My life imply her danger?
My commission Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.
Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now: Your lady seeks my life; come you between, And save poor me, the weaker.
I am sworn,
And will despatch.
Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel.
Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this mart, by being too wenchless.
Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten.
Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper.
Bawd. Thou say'st true; 'tis not the bringing up of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up some eleven.
Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But shall I search the market?
Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.
Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwholesome o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage.
Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him roast meat for worms: - -but I'll go search the market. [Exit BOULT. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give
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
Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it's no calling: -but here comes Boult.
Enter the Pirates and BOULT, dragging in
Boult. Come your ways. [To MARINA.] masters, you say she's a virgin?
1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not.
Boult. Master, I have gone thorough 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.
Mar. The gods defend me!
Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed u. men must stir you up. Boult's returned.
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 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 My 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?
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.
most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were
[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
(Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard
Mar. That I am pretty.
Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you.
Mar. I accuse them not.
Bawd. You are lit 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. 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.
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 shall lodge them with this sign.
Bawd. 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.
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
Heavens forgive it!
Dion. And as for Pericles, What should he say? We wept after her hearse, And even yet we mourn: her monument Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
Dron. Be it so then: Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,
In glittering golden characters express A general praise to her, and care in us At whose expence 'tis done.
Cle. Thou art like the harpy, Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, Seize with an 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. Enter GowER, before the monument of MARINA,
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
[Reads the inscription on MARINA's monument.
She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
SCENE V. - Mitylene.
1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?
2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.
1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there! did you ever dream of such a thing?
2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses: Shall we go hear the vestals sing?
1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever.
[Exeunt. The same. A Room in the Brothel.
Bawd. Fye, fye upon her; she is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, 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 cheapen a kiss of her.
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
Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus, disguised.
Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers. Enter LYSIMACHUS.
Lys. You may so; 'tis 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 Mitylene.
Lys. If she'd do the deed of darkness, thou would'st say.
Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well enough.
Lys. Well; call forth, call forth.
Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if if she had but
Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities? Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour! Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good
Persever still in that clear way thou goest,
Mar. The gods preserve you!
[AS LYSIMACHUS is putting up his purse,
BOULT enters. Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house,
But for this virgin that doth prop it up,
Away! [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. Re-enter Bawd.
Bawd. How now! What's the matter? 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.
Bawd. 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 snowball; 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!
Bawd. She conjures : away with her. Would she had never come within my doors! Marry hang you! She's born to undo us. Will you not go the way women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Erit Bawd. Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me. Mar. Whither would you have me?
Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.
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. [Exeunt.