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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 me!

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. 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 health.

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.

* Now, the gods to-bless your honour !] This use of to in composition with verbs (as Mr. Tyrwhitt remarks) is very common in Gower and Chaucer.

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Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose ; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but

Lys. What, pr’ythee?
Boult. O, sir, I can be modest.

Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste.

Enter MARINA.

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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

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 worthily note him.

Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to.

Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound to him 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 paced 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 protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place. Come, come.

Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now ;
If put upon you, make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it.

Lys. How's this ? how's this ?—Some more ;-be

sage.

Mar. For me,
That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune

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Were you a gamester, &c.] A gamester was formerly used to signify a wanton.

Some nore ;-be sage.] Lysimachus says this with a sneer. Proceed with your fine moral discourse.

Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome stie,
Where, since I came, diseases have been sold
Dearer than physick,—0 that the good gods
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i'the purer air !
Lys.

I did not think
Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou

could'st.
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
Perséver still in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee!

Mar. The gods preserve you !
Lys.

For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent: for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.-
Hold; here's more gold for thee.
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st from me,
It shall be for thy good.

[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 Would sink, and overwhelm you all. 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 7. shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.

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under the cope) i. e. under the cope or covering of Mar. Whither would you have me?

heaven,

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 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 you have me? Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. Mar. Pr’ythee, tell me one thing first. Boult. Come now, your one thing.

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my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays !) Anciently many dishes were served up with this garniture, during the season of Christmas. The bawd means to call her a piece of ostentatious virtue.

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