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She did disdain my child, and stood between
Heavens forgive it!
Thou art like the harpy,
Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously
Enter Gower, before the Monument of MARINA at
Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you,
Enter, at one door, Pericles with bis train ; Cleon and DIONYZA at the other. CLEON fhows Pericles the tomb of MARINA ; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on fackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then Cleon and DIONYZA retire.
Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show!
He puts on fackcloth, and to sea. He bears
[Reads the inscription on MARINA'S monument,
Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel.
Enter, from the Brothel, two Gentlemen.
I Gent. Did you ever hear the like?
2 Gent. No, nor never thall do in such a place as this, the being once gone.
1 Gent. But to have divinity preach'd there! did you ever dream of such a thing?
2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdyhouses : Shall we go hear the vestals Gng?
i Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever.
The same. A Room in the Brothel.
Enter PANDER, Bawd, and BOULT.
Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, she had ne'er come here.
Bawd. Fie, fie upon her! she is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravilh'd, 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 masterreasons, 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, disguis'd.
Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevilh baggage would but give way to customers.
Lyf. How now? How a dozen of virginities?
Bawd. Now, the gods to bless your honour!
Lyf. You may lo; 'tis the better for you that your reforters stand upon found legs. How now, wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may deal withal, and deiy 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 deeds of darkness, thou would'st say.
Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well enough.
Lyf. Well; call forth, call forth.
Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall fee a rofe ; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but
Lyf. What, pr’ythee?
1.ys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste.
Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never pluck'd yet, I can assure you. Is she not a fair creature ?
Lyf. '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.
Lyf. I beseech you, do.
Bard. First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man.
[T0 MARINA, whom she takes afide. Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.