roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something of my power, and fo ftand aloof for more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not fee thee, or else, look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to fome private place. Come, come. Mar. If you were born to honour, fhow it now; Lyf. How's this? how's this?-Some more ;-be fage. That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune Lyf. I did not think Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou could'ft. Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Thy fpeech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee; Perfever still in that clear way thou goest, And the gods ftrengthen thee! Mar. The gods preserve you! Lyf. For me, be you thoughten That I came with no ill intent; for to me A curfe upon him, die he like a thief, That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'ft from me, It fhall be for thy good. [AS LYSIMACHUS is putting up his purfe, BOULT enters. Poult. .Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house But for this virgin that doth prop it up, Would fink, and overwhelm you all. 3 Away! [Exit LYSIMACHUS. Boult. How's this? We must take another courfe with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, fhall 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 fhall execute it. Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I fay. Re-enter Bawd. Bawd. How now! what's the matter? Boult. Worfe and worse, miftrefs; the has here spoken holy words to the lord Lyfimachus. Bard. 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 fhe fent him away as cold as a fnowball ; faying his prayers too. Bard. Boult, take her away; ufe her at thy pleasure : crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable. Boult. An if he were a thornier piece of ground than fhe is, the fhall be plough'd. 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! [Exit Bawd, Boult. Come, miftrefs; come your way with me. Mar. Whither would you have me? Boult, To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. Mar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first. Boult. Come now, your one thing; Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could with him to be my mafter, or rather, my mistress. Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art, Since they do better thee in their command. Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs. Boult. What would you have me do? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the lofs of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one? Mar. Do any thing but this thou doeft. Empty If If that thy mafter would gain aught by me, I doubt not but this populous city will Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? That doth frequent your house. Boult. Well, I will fee what I can do for thee: if I can place thee, I will. Mar. But, amongst honeft women? Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But fince my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their confent: therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I fhall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways. [Exeunt. ACT V. Enter GOWER. Gow. Marina thus the brothel fcapes, and chances Into an honeft house, our story fays. She fings like one immortal, and she dances As goddess-like to her admired lays : Deep clerks the dumbs; and with her neeld compofes Her incle, filk, twin with the rubied cherry: Where we left him, on the fea. We there him loft; His banners fable, trimm'd with rich expence ; Where, what is done in action, more, if might, Shall be difcover'd; please you, fit, and hark. [Exit. SCENE |