Lys. What, prithee? Boult. O, sir, I can be modest. 40 Lys. 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 ? Lys. 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. Lys. I beseech you, do. Bawd. [To Marina] First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man. 50 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, 60 will you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold. Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive. Lys. Ha' 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. Go thy ways. [Exeunt Barwd, Pandar, and Boult. Lys. Now, pretty one, how long have you been at 70 this trade? Mar. What trade, sir? Lys. Why, I cannot name't 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. E'er 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. 80 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't? 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 90 roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now; Lys. How's this? how's this? Some more; be sage. 100 For me Mar. Lys. Mar. That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune O, that the gods Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, That flies i' the purer air! I did not think Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou couldst. Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee: Persever in that clear way thou goest, And the gods strengthen thee! Lys. For me, be you thoughten The good gods preserve you! 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. 120 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. Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop it, [Exit. Would sink, and overwhelm you. Away! 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 130 the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways. Mar. 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. 140 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 ! a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure : 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 150 the way of women-kind? Marry, come up, my Boult. Come, mistress; come your ways with me. Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. Boult. Come now, your one thing. Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or [Exit. 160 rather, my mistress. Mar. Neither of these are so bad as thou art, Since they do better thee in their command. 170 Of hell would not in reputation change: Boult. What would you have me do? go to the wars, 180 Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty |