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We'll bave no more gentlemen driven away.
Boult. Worse and worse, mistress ; she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus.
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!
Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a showball; 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.
Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!
Bawd. She conjures: away with her. Would stre had never come within my doors! Marry hang you! She's born to undo us. Will you not go the way of women-kind ? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays!
Boult. Why, I could wish him to be iny master, or rather, my mistress.
Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art,
Is liable; thy very food is such
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.
Mar. Do any thing but this thon doest. Emply
Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?
Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again,
Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can place thee, I will.
Mar. 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 wbat I can; come your ways.
In your supposing once more pat your sight;
Pavilion on Deck, with a Curtain before it; PERICLES
the TYRIAN Vessel. Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the TYRIAN Vessel,
the other to the Barge; to them HELICANUS. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve you.
[To the Sailor of Mitylene.
Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.
Enter two Gentlemen.
Hel. Gentlemen, There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray you, To greet them fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two
Sailors descend, and go on board the Barge.
TYRIAN Gentlemen, and the two Sailors.
Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!
Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,
You wish me well,
Hel. First, sir, what is your place?
Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before.
Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature?
Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat;
Lys. May we not see him, then ?
You may indeed, sir,
wish. Hel. Behold him, sir: [Pericles discovered) this was
a goodly person, Till the disaster, that, one mortal night, Drove him to this.
Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Hail, Hail, royal sir!
Hél. It is in vain; he will not speak to you.
1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst wager,
'Tis well bethought.
[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.
Exit Lord, in the Barge of Lysimachus.