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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.
Leon.

I am sworn,
And will despatch.

Enter Pirates, whilst MARINA is struggling. i Pirate. Hold, villain! [LEONine runs away. 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!

3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have her aboard suddenly.

[Exeunt Pirates with Marina.

SCENE II.

The same.

Re-enter Leonine.
Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate

Valdes;
And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go:
There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead,
And thrown into the sea.—But I'll see further;
Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her,
Not carry her aboard. If she remain,
Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain.

[Exit.

SCENE III.
Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel.

Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.
Pand. Boult.

Pand. Thhem. If there hall never pros Inging up

be usd in every trade there be not a consonate er

Boult. Sir.

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 over.

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 com

fulles win what

+ 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.] The sentiments incident to vicious professions suffer little change within a century and a half.—This speech is much the same as that of Mother Cole, in The Minor: 'Tip him an old trader! Mercy on us, where do you expect to go when you die, Mr. Loader ?" STEEVENS.

modity; 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.

Enter the Pirates, and Boult, dragging in Marina.

Boult. Come your ways. [To Marina.]—My 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.

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.

[Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the

s-- the commodity wages not with the danger ;] i. e. is not equal to it.

- I have gone thorough-] i. e. I have bid a high price for her, gone far in my attempt to purchase her.

i that she may not be raw in her entertainment.] Unripe, unskilful.

colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her virginity ; and cry, He that will give most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command you.

Boult. Performance shall follow. [Exit Boult. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! (He should have struck, not spoke;) or that these

pirates,
(Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard
Thrown me, to seek my mother!

Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?
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. 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?

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.

Mar. The gods defend me!
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 returned.

Enter Boult. 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 his best ruff on.

Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know the French knight that cowers i'the hams? 8

Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ?

Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he

claud see her to-mor. as for him, he

i know,

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 should lodge them with this sign.

8 — that cowers i'the hams ?] To cower is to sink by bending the hams.

9- he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her to-morrow.) If there were no other proof of Sbakspeare's hand in this piece, this admirable stroke of humour would furnish decisive evidence of it.

I we should lodge them with this sign.] If a traveller from every part of the globe were to assemble in Mitylene, they would all resort to this house, while we had such a sign to it as this virgin.

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