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^{6 note} 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^{7 note}.

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^{8 note}.

Bawd.

Boult, take you the marks of her; the colour of her hair, complexion, height, age^{9 note}, with warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give most, shall have her first^{1 note}. 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.

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
For to seek my mother^{2 note}

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^{2 note}

.

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.

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^{3 note}

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^{4 note} 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^{5 note}

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 would see her to-morrow^{6 note}.

Bawd.

Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease hither: here he does but repair it^{7 note}

Boult.

Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we should lodge them with this sign^{9 note}.

Bawd.

Pray you, come hither awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must seem to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; to despise profit, where you have most gain. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your lovers: Seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit^{1 note}

Mar.

I understand you not.

Boult.

O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these blushes of her's must be quenched 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^{2 note}.

Boult.

'Faith some do, and some do not. But, mistress, if I have bargained for the joint,—

Bawd.

Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit.

Boult.

I may so.

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 changed yet.

Bawd.

Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant thee a good turn^{3 note}

; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report^{4 note}
.

Boult.

I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels^{5 note}


, as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home some to-night.

Bawd.

Come your ways; follow me.

Mar.
If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep^{6 note}

Untied I still my virgin knot will keep^{7 note}
.
Diana, aid my purpose!

Bawd.

What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us?