Leonine. note
Dion.
Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do't note:
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
Thou canst not do a thing i' the note world so soon,
To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
Which is but note cold, inflaming love i' thy bosom, note
Inflame too nicely note; nor let pity, which
Even women note have cast off, melt thee, but be
A soldier to thy purpose. note note
-- 378 --
Leon.
I will note do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
Dion.
The fitter then the gods note should have her. Here
she comes weeping for note her only mistress' death. note Thou art
resolved? note note note
Leon.
I am resolved.
Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers.
Mar.
No, note I will rob note Tellus note of her weed,
To strew thy green note with flowers: the yellows, blues,
The purple violets, and marigolds,
Shall, as a carpet note, hang upon thy grave,
While summer-days do note last. Ay note me! poor maid,
Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
This world to me is like note a lasting note storm,
Whirring note me from my friends. note
Dion.
How now, Marina! why do you note keep note alone?
How chance note my daughter is not with you?
Do not consume your blood with sorrowing:
-- 379 --
You have a nurse of me. note Lord, how note your favour's note
Changed note with this unprofitable woe!
Come, note give me your flowers note, ere the sea mar it note.
Walk note note with Leonine; the air is note quick note there,
And it pierces and sharpens note the stomach.
Come, Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. note
Mar.
No, I pray you; I'll not bereave you of your
Servant. note
Dion.
Come, come;
I love note the king your father and yourself
With more than foreign heart. We every day
Expect him here: when he shall note come, and find
Our paragon to all reports thus blasted,
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken
No care to note your best courses. Go, I pray you,
Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve note
That excellent complexion, which did steal
The eyes of young and old. note Care not for me;
I can go home alone. note
Mar.
Well, I will go;
But yet I have no desire to it note. note
-- 380 --
Dion.
Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least:
Remember what I have said.
Leon.
I warrant you, madam.
Dion.
I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while:
Pray, note walk softly, do not heat note your blood:
What! I must have a care of you. note
Mar.
My thanks note, sweet madam.
[Exit Dionyza. note
Is this note wind westerly that blows? note
Leon.
South-west.
Mar.
When I was born, the wind was north.
Leon.
Was't note so?
Mar.
My father, as nurse said note, did never fear,
But cried ‘Good seamen!’ to the sailors, galling
His kingly hands, haling ropes note;
And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea
That almost burst the deck. note
Leon.
When was this?
Mar.
When I was born:
Never was waves nor wind more violent;
And from the ladder-tackle washes off
A canvas-climber. ‘Ha!’ says note one, ‘wilt out? note’
And with a dropping note industry they skip note
From stem to stern note: the boatswain whistles, and note
-- 381 --
The master calls and trebles their confusion note. note
Leon.
Come, say your prayers note. note
Mar.
What mean you?
Leon.
If you require a little space for prayer,
I grant it: pray; but be not tedious,
For note the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
To do my work with haste. note
Mar.
Why will note you kill me?
Leon.
To satisfy my lady.
Mar.
Why would she have me kill'd?
Now note, as I can remember, by my troth,
I never did her hurt in all my life:
I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
To any living creature: believe me, la note,
I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:
I trod note upon a worm note against my will,
But I wept for it. How have I offended,
Wherein my death might yield her any profit,
Or my life imply her any danger note? note
Leon.
My commission
Is not to reason of the deed, but do 't. note note
Mar.
You will not do 't for all the world, I hope.
You are well favour'd note, and your looks foreshow
You have a gentle note heart. I saw you lately,
-- 382 --
When you caught note hurt in parting two that fought:
Good sooth, it show'd note well in you: do so now:
Your lady seeks my life; come you note between,
And save poor me, the weaker. note
Leon.
I am sworn,
And will dispatch. note
[He seizes her. note
Enter Pirates. note
First Pirate.
Hold, villain!
[Leonine runs away. note
Sec. Pirate.
A prize! a prize!
Third Pirate.
Half-part, mates, half-part. Come let's
have her aboard suddenly.
[Exeunt Pirates with Marina. note
Re-enter Leonine. note
Leon.
These roguing note thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;
And they have seized Marina. Let her go:
There's no hope she will note return. I'll swear she's dead,
And thrown into the sea. But I'll see further:
Perhaps they will but please note themselves upon her,
Not carry her aboard. If she remain, note
Whom they have ravish'd must by me note be slain.
[Exit. note
-- 383 --
note
Scene II. [Footnote:
Mytilene. note A room in a brothel.
Enter Pandar, Bawd, and Boult. note
Pand.
Boult! note
Boult.
Sir? note
Pand.
Search the market narrowly; Mytilene is full of
gallants. We lost too much note 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 they with note 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 used in every
trade, we shall never prosper.
Bawd.
Thou sayest true: 'tis not our bringing up of poor
bastards,— noteas, I think, I have note brought up some eleven— note
Boult.
Ay, to eleven note; 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 note sodden.
Pand.
Thou sayest true; they're too note unwholesome, o' note
conscience. The poor Transylvanian is dead, that lay with
the little baggage.
-- 384 --
Boult.
Ay, she quickly pooped note him; she made him roastmeat
for worms. But I'll go search the market.
[Exit. note
Pand.
Three or four note thousand chequins note 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 commodity,
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 hatched. Besides, the sore
terms we stand upon with the gods will be strong with us
for giving o'er note.
Bawd.
Come, other sorts note 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.
Re-enter note Boult, with the note Pirates and Marina. note
Boult. [To Marina note]
Come your ways. My note masters,
you say she's a virgin? note
First Pirate. note
O, sir, we doubt it not.
Boult.
Master, I have gone through note for this piece, you
see: if you like her, so; if note not, I have lost my earnest. note
Bawd.
Boult, has she any qualities?
Boult.
She has a good face, speaks well, and has note excellent
good clothes: there's no farther note necessity of qualities
can make her be refused.
-- 385 --
Bawd.
What's her price, Boult?
Boult.
I note 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 note Pandar and Pirates.
Bawd.
Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour of
her hair, complexion, height, her age note, 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. note
Mar.
Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow!
He should have struck note, not spoke; or that these pirates,
Not note enough barbarous, had not note o'erboard note thrown note me
For to note seek my mother! note
Bawd.
Why lament note 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 light note into my hands, where you are like
to live note.
Mar.
The more note my fault, note
-- 386 --
To 'scape his hands where I was like note to die. note
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 note stop your ears?
Mar.
Are you a woman?
Bawd.
What would you have me be, an note I be not a
woman?
Mar.
An honest woman, or not a woman.
Bawd.
Marry, whip thee, note gosling: I think I shall have note
something to do with you. Come, you're note a young foolish
sapling, and must be bowed as I would have you. note
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 note
you up. Boult's returned.
Re-enter Boult. note
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 prithee note 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 note he went to bed to her very
description.
Bawd.
We shall have him here to-morrow with his best
ruff on.
-- 387 --
Boult.
To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know
the French knight that cowers i' the note hams?
Bawd.
Who, Monsieur Veroles note?
Boult.
Ay, he: he note offered to cut a caper at the proclamation;
but he made a groan at it, and swore he would
see her to-morrow.
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 note, to scatter his crowns in the sun note.
Boult.
Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we
should lodge them with this sign.
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, despise note profit where
you have most gain. To weep that you live as ye note do
makes pity in your lovers: seldom note but that pity begets you
a good opinion, and that opinion a mere note profit.
Mar.
I understand you not.
Boult.
O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these
blushes of hers must be quenched with some present
practice.
Bawd. note
Thou sayest true, i'faith, so they must; for
your bride goes to that with shame which is her way to go
with warrant.
Boult.
Faith, some do, and some do not. But, mistress,
if I have bargained for the joint,— note
Bawd.
Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.
Boult.
I may so.
-- 388 --
Bawd.
Who should deny it? note 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 note nothing by custom. When
nature framed this piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore
say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest
out of thine own report.
Boult.
I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so
awake the beds of eels as my giving out her beauty stir note 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,
Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.
Diana, aid my purpose!
Bawd.
What have we to do with Diana? note Pray you,
will you go note with us? note
[Exeunt.
note
Scene III. [Footnote:
Tarsus. A room in the Governor's house. note
Enter Cleon and Dionyza.
Dion.
Why, note are note you foolish? Can it be undone?
Cle.
O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!
Dion.
I think
You'll turn a child note again. note
Cle.
Were I chief lord of all this spacious world, note
I'ld give it to undo the deed. O lady,
Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess note
-- 389 --
To equal any single crown o' the note earth
I' the note justice of compare! O villain Leonine!
Whom thou hast poison'd note too:
If thou hadst drunk to him, 't had note been a kindness
Becoming well thy fact note: what canst thou say
When noble Pericles shall demand his child? note
Dion.
That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,
To foster it, nor ever to preserve note.
She died at night note; I'll say so. Who can cross it?
Unless you play note the pious note innocent, note
And for an honest attribute cry out
‘She died by foul play.’
Cle.
O, go to. Well, well,
Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.
Dion.
Be one of those that think note
The petty note wrens of Tarsus will fly hence
And open this to Pericles. I do shame
To think of what a noble strain you are
And of how coward note a spirit.
Cle.
To such proceeding
Who ever but his approbation added,
Though not his prime consent note, he did not flow
From honourable sources note.
Dion.
Be it so, then:
-- 390 --
Yet none does note know, but you, how she came dead,
Nor none can know note, Leonine being gone.
She did distain note my child, and stood between
Her and her fortunes: none would look on her,
But cast their gazes on Marina's note face;
Whilst ours was blurted note at, and held a malkin note,
Not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough;
And though you call my course unnatural,
You not your child well loving, yet I find
It greets me as an enterprise of kindness
Perform'd to your note sole daughter. note
Cle.
Heavens forgive it!
Dion.
And as for Pericles,
What should he say? note We wept after her hearse,
And yet note we mourn: her monument
Is note almost finish'd note, and her epitaphs note
In glittering note golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whose expense 'tis done. note note
Cle.
Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, dost, with thine note angel's face,
Seize note note with thine note eagle's talons note. note
-- 391 --
Dion.
You are note like one that superstitiously note
Doth note swear to note the gods that winter kills the flies:
But yet I know you'll do as I advise note. note
[Exeunt. note
note
Scene IV. [Footnote:
Enter Gower, before the monument of Marina at Tarsus.
Gow.
Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;
Sail seas in cockles, have an note wish but for't note;
Making, note to take note our note imagination note,
From bourn to bourn, region to region.
By you being pardon'd note, we commit no crime
To use one language in each several clime
Where our scenes seem note to live. I do beseech you
To learn of me, who stand i' the note gaps to teach you note note
The note stages of our story. Pericles note
Is now again thwarting the note wayward seas,
Attended on by many a lord and knight,
-- 392 --
To see his daughter, all his life's note delight.
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Advanced in time to great and high estate,
Is left to govern. note Bear you it in mind,
Old note Helicanus goes along behind. note
Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought note
This king to Tarsus,—think his pilot note thought note;
So with his steerage shall your thoughts note grow on note,—
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
Like motes note and shadows see them move awhile note;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
Dumb Show. note
Enter Pericles at one door, with all his train; Cleon and Dionyza
at the other. Cleon shows Pericles the tomb; whereat Pericles
makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. note
Then exeunt Cleon Dionyza, and the rest. note
See note how belief may suffer by foul show!
This borrow'd note passion stands for true old note woe;
And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
With sighs shot through and biggest tears o'ershower'd,
Leaves Tarsus and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs:
He puts note on sackcloth, and to sea. He note bears
-- 393 --
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit
The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Dionyza. note note
[Reads note the inscription on Marina's monument.
‘The fairest, sweet'st and note best, lies here,
Who wither'd note in her spring of year.
She was of Tyrus the king's daughter,
On whom foul death hath made this slaughter;
Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
Thetis note, being proud, swallow'd note some part o' the note earth:
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd note:
Wherefore she does, and swears she'll never stint,
Make raging battery upon shores of flint.’ note
No visor does become black villany
So well as soft and tender flattery.
Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
And bear his courses to be ordered note
By Lady Fortune; while our scene must play note
His daughter's note woe and heavy well-a-day note
In her unholy service. Patience, then,
And think you now are all in Mytilene note.
[Exit. note
-- 394 --
note
Scene V. [Footnote:
Mytilene. A street before the brothel. note
Enter note, from the brothel, two Gentlemen.
First Gent.
Did you ever hear the like?
Sec. Gent.
No, nor never shall do in such a place as
this, she being once gone.
First Gent.
But to have divinity preached there! did
you ever dream of such a thing?
Sec. Gent.
No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses:
shall's note go hear the vestals sing?
First Gent.
I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but
I am out of the road of rutting for ever.
[Exeunt. note
note
Scene VI. [Footnote:
The same. note A room in the brothel.
Enter note Pandar, 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's able to freeze the god
Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get
her ravished 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 note, her master reasons,
her prayers, her knees; that she note 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 note and make all our swearers priests.
-- 395 --
Pand.
Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!
Bawd.
Faith, there's no way to be rid on't note but by
the way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus
disguised.
Boult.
We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish
baggage would but give way to customers.
Enter Lysimachus.
Lys.
How now! How a dozen of virginities?
Bawd.
Now, the gods to-bless note your honour!
Boult.
I am glad to see your honour in good health.
Lys.
You may so; note 'tis the better for you that your resorters
stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity
have you that note a man may deal withal note, and defy the
surgeon note?
Bawd.
We have here one note, sir, if she would—but note there
never came her like in Mytilene.
Lys.
If she'ld do the deed note of darkness, thou wouldst
say.
Bawd.
Your honour knows what 'tis to say well enough.
note
Lys.
Well, call forth, call forth.
Boult.
For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall
see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but— note
Lys.
What, prithee note?
Boult. note
O, sir, I can be modest.
Lys.
That dignifies note the renown of a bawd, no less than it
-- 396 --
gives a good report to a number note to be chaste note.
[Exit Boult. note
Bawd.
Here comes that which grows to the stalk;
never plucked yet, I can assure you.
Re-enter note 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, note
and I'll have done presently. note
Lys.
I beseech you, do.
Bawd. [To Marina note]
First, I would have you note, this
is an honourable man.
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 note more virginal fencing, will
you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold.
Mar.
What he will do graciously, I will thankfully
receive.
Lys.
Ha' note you done?
Bawd.
My lord, she's not paced note yet: you must take
some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will
leave his honour and her together. Go thy ways. note
[Exeunt note Bawd, Pandar, and Boult.
-- 397 --
Lys.
Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this
trade? note
Mar.
What trade, sir?
Lys.
Why, I cannot name't note note but I shall offend.
Mar.
I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you
to name it. note
Lys.
How long have you been of this profession?
Mar.
E'er since I can remember.
Lys.
Did you go to't so young? Were you a gamester
at five or at seven?
Mar.
Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.
Lys.
Why, the note 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 note? I hear say you are of honourable
parts and are note the governor of this place.
Lys.
Why, note 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
roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something
of my power, and so stand aloof note for more serious wooing.
But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see
thee, or else look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to
some private place: come, come.
Mar.
If you were born to honour, show it now;
If put upon you, make the judgement good
That thought you worthy of it. note
Lys.
How's this? how's this? Some more; be sage. note note
-- 398 --
Mar.
For me
That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Have placed me in this sty note, where, since I came,
Diseases have been sold dearer than physic,
O, that the gods note
Would set me free from this unhallow'd note place,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i' the purer air! note
Lys.
I did not think
Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er note dream'd note thou couldst.
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
Thy speech had alter'd note it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
Persever note in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee! note
Mar.
The good gods preserve you!
Lys.
For me, be you thoughten
That I note 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.
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost
Hear from me, note it shall be for thy good. note
-- 399 --
Re-enter Boult. note
Boult.
I beseech your honour, one piece for me.
Lys.
Avaunt, thou damned note door-keeper!
Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop it,
Would sink, and overwhelm you. Away! note
[Exit. note
Boult.
How's this? We must take another course with
you. note If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast
in the cheapest country under the cope note, shall undo a
whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come
your ways note.
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 note Bawd.
Bawd.
How now! what's the matter?
Boult.
Worse and worse, mistress; she has note here spoken
holy words to the Lord Lysimachus.
Bawd.
O abominable!
Boult.
She note makes our profession as it were to stink
afore note 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 snowball,
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 note.
-- 400 --
Boult.
An if note she were a thornier piece of ground than
she is, she shall be ploughed. note
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 the way of women-kind?
Marry, come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and
bays note!
[Exit. note
Boult.
Come, mistress; come your ways note with me.
Mar.
Whither wilt thou note have me?
Boult.
To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.
Mar.
Prithee, tell me one thing first.
Boult.
Come now, your one thing. note
Mar.
What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? note
Boult.
Why, I could wish him to be my master, or
rather, my mistress.
Mar.
Neither of these are note so bad as thou art,
Since they do better thee in their command.
Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend
Of note hell would not in reputation change: note
Thou art the damned note doorkeeper to every
Coistrel note that comes note inquiring for his Tib;
To the choleric fisting of every note rogue
Thy ear is liable; thy food note is such
As hath been belch'd on by infected note lungs. note
-- 401 --
Boult.
What would you have me do? go to the wars,
would you? where a man may note 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 thou doest note. Empty
Old receptacles, or common note shores note, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman:
Any of these ways are yet better note than this; note
For what note thou professest note, a baboon, could he speak note,
Would own a name too dear. note O, that note the gods
Would safely deliver me from this place! note
Here, here's note gold for thee. note
If that thy master would gain note by me,
Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
And I will note undertake all these to teach.
I doubt not but this populous city will
Yield many scholars note. note
Boult.
But can you teach all this you speak of note?
Mar.
Prove that I cannot, take me home again,
-- 402 --
And prostitute me to the basest groom
That doth frequent your house. note
Boult.
Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can
place thee, I will.
Mar.
But amongst honest women. note
Boult.
Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst note them.
But since my master and mistress have note 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 what I
can; come your ways.
[Exeunt.
note
William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
