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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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