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BAWD. Your Honour knows what 'tis to say well enough.

LYSIMACHUS. 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 she had but-
LYSIMACHUS. What, prithee?

BOULT. O, sir, I can be modest.
LYSIMACHUS. That dignifies the renown of a bawd no less

than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste.
Exit BOULT

BAWD. Here comes that which grows to the stalk-never
plucked yet, I can assure you.

Re-enter BOULT With MARINA
Is she not a fair creature?

LYSIMACHUS. 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.

LYSIMACHUS. I beseech you, do.
BAWD. [Aside to MARINA] First, I would have you note

this is an honourable man.
MARINA. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note

him.
BAWD. Next, he's the governor" target="_blank" title="n.总督;州长">governor of this country, and a man

whom I am bound to.
MARINA. 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.
MARINA. What he will do graciously I will thankfully receive.

LYSIMACHUS. Ha' you done?
BAWD. My lord, she's not pac'd yet; you must take some

pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave
his Honour and her together. Go thy ways.

Exeunt BAWD, PANDER, and BOULT
LYSIMACHUS. Now, pretty one, how long have you been at

this trade?
MARINA. What trade, sir?

LYSIMACHUS. Why, I cannot name't but I shall offend.
MARINA. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you

to name it.
LYSIMACHUS. How long have you been of this profession?

MARINA. E'er since I can remember.
LYSIMACHUS. Did you go to't so young? Were you

gamester at five or at seven?
MARINA. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.

LYSIMACHUS. Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you
to be a creature of sale.

MARINA. Do you know this house to be a place of such
resort, and will come into't? I hear say you're of honourable

parts, and are the governor" target="_blank" title="n.总督;州长">governor of this place.
LYSIMACHUS. Why, hath your principal made known unto

you who I am?
MARINA. Who is my principal?

LYSIMACHUS. 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.

MARINA. If you were born to honour, show it now;
If put upon you, make the judgment good

That thought you worthy of it.
LYSIMACHUS. How's this? how's this? Some more; be sage.

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

Have plac'd me in this sty, where, since I came,
Diseases have been sold dearer than physic-

That the gods
Would set me free from this unhallowed place,

Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i' th' purer air!

LYSIMACHUS. I did not think
Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dreamt thou

couldst.
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

Thy speech had altered it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
Persever in that clear way thou goest,

And the gods strengthen thee!
MARINA. The good gods preserve you!

LYSIMACHUS. For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent; for to me

The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Fare thee well. 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 dost

Hear from me, it shall be for thy good.
Re-enter BOULT

BOULT. I beseech your Honour, one piece for me.
LYSIMACHUS. Avaunt, thou damned doorkeeper!

Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop it,
Would sink and overwhelm you. Away! Exit

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
whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come

your ways.
MARINA. Whither would you have me?

BOULT. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common
hangman shall execute it. Come your ways. 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. The nobleman would have dealt with her like

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.

MARINA. 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 womenkind? Marry,

come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays!
Exit

BOULT. Come, mistress; come your ways with me.
MARINA. Whither wilt thou have me?

BOULT. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.
MARINA. Prithee tell me one thing first.

BOULT. Come now, your one thing.
MARINA. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be?

BOULT. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or, rather,
my mistress.

MARINA. Neither of these are 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 hell would not in reputation change;

Thou art the damned doorkeeper to every
Coistrel that comes inquiring for his Tib;

To the choleric fisting of every rogue
Thy ear is liable; thy food is such

As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
BOULT. What would you have me do? 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?
MARINA. Do anything but this thou doest. Empty

Old receptacles, or common shores, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman.

Any of these ways are yet better than this;
For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak,

Would own a name too dear. That the gods
Would safely deliver me from this place!

Here, here's gold for thee.
If that thy master would gain 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?

MARINA. 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.
MARINA. 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

ACT V.
Enter GOWER

GOWER. Marina thus the brothel scapes and chances
Into an honest house, our story says.

She sings like one immortal, and she dances
As goddess-like to her admired lays;

Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her needle composes
Nature's own shape of bud, bird, branch, or berry,

That even her art sisters the natural roses;
Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry;

That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain

She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;
And to her father turn our thoughts again,

Where we left him on the sea. We there him lost;
Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd

Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd

God Neptune's annual feast to keep; from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;
And to him in his barge with fervour hies.

In your supposing once more put your sight.
Of heavy Pericles, think this his bark;

Where what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you sit and hark. Exit

SCENE 1.
On board PERICLES' Ship, off Mytilene. A pavilion

on deck with a curtain before it; PERICLES within
it, reclining on a couch. A barge lying beside the

Tyrian vessel
Enter two SAILORS, One belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the



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