ACT IV BOULT. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him roast-meat for worms. [exit. PAND. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. BAWD. Why to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get when we are old? 29 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 over. 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. Re-enter BOULT, with the Pirates and MARINA. BOULT. Master, I have gone through 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 refus'd. BAWD. What's her price, Boult? 50 BOULT. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand PAND. Well, follow me, my Masters, you shall have were as they have been. Get this done as I command ACT IV you. BOULT. Performance shall follow. MAR. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! 62 [exit. He should have struck, not spoke; or that these Not enough barbarous-had not o'erboard thrown me . BAWD. Why lament you, pretty One? MAR. That I am pretty. BAWD. Come, the Gods have done their part in you. 70 Bawd. You are light into my hands, where you are like MAR. The more my fault To scape his hands where I was like to die. BAWD. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. MAR. NO. 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? 81 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're a young foolish sapling, and must be bow'd as I would have you. MAR. The Gods defend me! 90 BAWD. If it please the Gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men must stir you up. Boult's return'd. Re-enter Boult. Now, Sir, hast thou cried her through the market? Sc. II inclination of the people, especially of the younger 99 sort? BOULT. 'Faith, they listen'd to me as they would have hearken'd to their father's testament. There was a Spaniard's mouth so water'd, that he went to bed to her very description. BAWD. We shall have him here to-morrow with 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? BOULT. Ay: he offer'd to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her to-morrow. III 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. 117 BOULT. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we MAR. I understand you not. BOULT. O, take her home, Mistress, take her home: these blushes of her's must be quench'd with some present practice. BAWD. Thou say'st true, i'faith; so they 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. Mistress, if I have bargain'd for the joint BAWD. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. BOULT. I may so. 131 But, 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 ACT IV yet. 139 Sc. II 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. BOULT. I warrant you, Mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclin❜d. 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. Diana, aid my purpose! 150 BAWD. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? [exeunt. SCENE III. Tarsus. A Room in CLEON'S House. Enter CLEON and DIONYza. DION. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone ? CLE. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter The Sun and Moon ne'er look'd upon! DION. You'll turn a child again. I think CLE. Were I chief Lord of all this spacious World, Much less in blood than virtue, yet a Princess To equal any single crown o' the Earth I' the justice of compare! O villain Leonine! If thou hadst drunk to him, 't had been a kindness She died at night; I'll say so. Who can cross it? 1 i.e. treacherous to your own family. ΤΟ ACT IV And for an honest attribute cry out She died by foul play. CLE. O, go to. Well, well, Of all the faults beneath the Heavens, the Gods DION. CLE. To such proceeding Though not his prime consent, he did not flow Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, She did distain my child, and stood between But cast their gazes on Marina's face; Whilst our's was blurted at, and held a malkin, You not your child well loving, yet I find It greets me as an enterprise of kindness CLE. DION. And as for Pericles, 20 30 Heavens forgive it ! What should he say? We wept after her hearse, Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs In glittering golden characters express A general praise to her, and care in us At whose expense 'tis done. CLE. Thou art like the harpy, Which, to betray, dost, with thine Angel's face, Seize with thine eagle's talons. DION. You are like one that superstitiously 40 Doth swear to the Gods that Winter kills the flies: 50 But yet I know you'll do as I advise. [exeunt. 1 i.e. an ordinary salutation. |