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That never relish'd of a base descent.

Antiochus and his daughter's dead; I came unto your court, for honour's cause,

The men of Tyrus, on the head And not to be a rebel to her state;

Of Helicanus would set on And he that otherwise accounts of me,

The crown of Tyre, but he will none:
This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.

The mutiny there he hastes t'appease;
Sim. No! -

Says to them, if king Pericles
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. Come not, in twice six moons, home,
Enter Thaisa.

He, obedient to their doom,
Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,

Will take the crown. Then sum of this,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue

Brought hither to Pentapolis, Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe

Y-ravished the regions round,
To any syllable that made love to you?

And every one with claps, 'gan sounds
Thai. Why, sir, say if you had,

Our heir apparent is a king:
Who takes offence at that would make me glad? Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?

Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory? Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre :
I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside.] I'll tame His queen with child makes her desire

(Which who'shall cross?) along to go; I'll bring you in subjection. –

(Omit we all their dole and woe;) Will you, not having my consent, bestow

Lychorida, her nurse, she takes, Your love and your affections on a stranger ?

And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
(Who, for aught I know to the contrary,

On Neptune's billow; half the flood
Or think, inay be as great in bloo as l.) [Aside. Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood
Hear therefore, mistress! frame your will to mine, Varies again; the grizzled worth
And you, sir, hear you!- Either be rul'd by me, Disgorges such a tempest forth,
Or I will make you — man and wife.

That, as a duck for life that dives,
Nay, come! your hands and lips must seal it too. — So


and down the poor ship drives,
And being join'd, I'll thas your hopes destroy; The lady shrieks, and, well-a-near!
And for a further grief, — God give you joy!.

Doth fall in travail with her fear :
What, are you both pleas'd ?

And what ensues in this fell storm,
Thai. Yes, if you love me, sir!

Shall, for itself, itself perform.
Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it! Inill relate, action may
Sim. What, are you both agreed ?

Conveniently the rest convey :
Both. Yes, 'please your majesty.

Which might not what by me is told.
Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; In your imagination hold
Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed! This stage, the ship, upon whose deck

[Exeunt. The sea-tost prince appears to speak. [Exit.

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Enter Pericles, on a ship at sea.
Enter Gower.
Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout;

Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these
No din but snores, the house about,

surges, Made louder by the o'er-fed breast

Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, thu

of this most pompous marriage feast.
The cat, with eyne of burning coal,

Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,
Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole ;

Having call'd them from the deep! 0, still thy
And crickets sing at th'oven's mouth,

deaf'ning, As the blither for their drouth.

Thy dreadful thuvders; gently quench thy nimble, Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,

Sulphureous Nashes! O how, Lychorida,

How does my queen ? Thou storm, thou! ve-
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is moulded ;
be attent,

And time that is so briefly spent,

Wilt thou spit all thyself? – The seaman's whistle With your fine fancies quaintly eche;

Is as a whisper in the ears of death,

Unheard. — Lychorida! — Lucina, 0
What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.

Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle
Dumb show.
Enter Pericles and Simonides at one door, with Aboard onr dancing boat; make swift the pangs

To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, of my queen’s travails! – Now, Lychorida -
and gives Pericles a letter. Pericles shows it to
SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then

Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.,
enter Thaisa with child, and Lychouda. Simo- Lyc. Here is a thing
Nides shows his daughter the letter; she re- Too young for such a place, who, if it had
joices: she and Pericies take leave of her father, Conceit, would die as I am like to do.
and depart. Then SIMONIDES, etc. retire. Take in your arms this piece of your dead queeu.
Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch,

Per. How! how, Lychorida!
Of Pericles the careful search

Lyc. Patience, good sir! do not assist the storm!
By the four opposing coignes,

Here's all that is left living of your queen, -
Which the world together joins,

A little daughter; for the sake of it,
Is made with all dne diligence,

Be manly, and take comfort.
That horse, and sail, and high expence,

Per. O you gods!
Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre

Why do you make as love your gooilly gifts,
(Fame answering the most stroug inquire,) And spatch them straight away? We, here below,
To the court of king Simonides

Recall not what we give, and thereio may
Are letters brought, the tenour these :

Vie honour with yourselves.

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Lyc. Patience, good sir,

That can recover him. Give this to the’pothecary, Even for this charge!

And tell me how it work.

(To Philemon. Per. Now, mild may be thy life!

(Exeunt Philemon , Servant, and those who For a more blustrous birth had never babe:

had been shipwrecked. Quiet and gentle thy conditions !

Enter two Gentlemen.
For thou’rt the rudeliest welcom'd to this world, 1 Gen. Good morrow, sir!
That e'er was prince's child. Happy what follows ! 2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship!
Thou hast as chiding a nativity,

Cer. Gentlemen,
As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, Why do you stir so early?
To herald thee from the womb : even at the first 1 Gent. Sir,
Thy loss is more, than can thy portage quit, Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
With all thou canst find here. – Now the good gods Shook, as the earth did quake;
Throw their best eyes upon it!

The very principals did seem to rend,
Enter two Sailors.

And all to topple; pure snrprise and fear
1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you! Made me to quit the house.
Per. Courage enough! I do not fear the flaw; 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early;
It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love 'Tis not our husbandry.
of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, Cer. 0, you say well.
I would, it would be quiet.

1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, 1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt having thon? Blow and split thyself.

Rich tire about yon, should at these early hours 2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and clondy Shake of the golden slumber of repose. billow kiss the moon, I care not.

It is most strauge, 1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard; the sea Nature should be so conversant with pain, works highi, the wind is loud, and will not lie till Being thereto not compell’d. the ship be cleared of the dead.

Cer. I held it ever, Per. That's your superstition.

Virtue and cunning were endowments greater,
1 Sail. Pardon os, sir! with us at sea it still hath Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
been observed ; and we are strong in earnest. There- May the two latter darken and expeud;
fore briefly yield her; for sho must overboard But immortality attends the former,

Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
Per. Be it as yon think meet. Most wretched queen! Have studied physic, through which secret art,
Lyc. Here she lies, sir!

By turning o'er authorities, I have
Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear! (Together with my practice,) made familiar
No light, no fire! the unfriendly elements

To me and to my aid, the blest infusions
Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time

That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones; To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight And I can speak of the disturbances Must cast thee, scarcely cottin'd, in the ooze; That nature works, and of her cures; which gire me Where, for a monument upon thy bones,

A more content in course of true delight, And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale, Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Or tie my treasure itp in silken bags, Lying with simple shells. Lychorida,

To please the fool and death. Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper, 2 Gent. Your honour has throngh Ephesus poud My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander

forth Bring me the sattin coffer: Jay the babe

Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Upon the pillow; hie thee, whiles I say

Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd: A priestly farewell to her! suddenly, woman! And pot your knowledge, personal pain, but even

[Exit Lychorida. Your porse, still open, hath built Jord Cerimod 2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, Such strong renown as time shall never caulk'd and bitumed ready.

Enter two Servants, with a chest. Per. I thank thee! Mariner, say what coast is this? Serv. So; lift there! 2 Sail. We are near Tharsus.

Cer. What is that?
Per. Thither, gentle mariner,

Serv. Sir, even now
Alter thy course for Tyre. When can’st thou reach it? Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest;
2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease.. 'Tis of some wreck,
Per. O make for Tharsus!

Cer. Set it down, let's look on it!
There will I visit Cleon, for the babe

2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir !
Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I'll leave it Cer. Whate'er it be,
At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner! "Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open
I'll bring the body preseutly.

[Exeunt. If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd' with gold,

It is a good constraint of fortune, that
SCENE 11.- Ephesus. A room in Cerson's house. It belches upon us.
Enter Cerimon, a Servant, and some Persons who 2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord!
have been shipwrecked.

Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd add bitum'd! -
Cer. Philemon, ho!

Did the sea cast it ap?

Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sír,
Phil. Doth my lord call?

As toss'd it upon shore.
Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men: Cer. Come, wrench it open!
It hath been a turbulent and stormy night. Solt, soft!-- it smells mest sweetly in my sense!

Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as this, 2 Gent. A delicate odour,
Till now, I ne'er endur'd.

Cer. As ever hit my nostril; 50,- up with it
Cer. Your nister will be dead ere you return;

O you most potent god! what's here? a corse! There's nothing can be' minister'd to nature, 1 Gent. Most strauge!


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Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm’d and entrea-¡To have bless'd mine eyes!

Per. We cannot but obey
With bags of spices full! A passport too! The powers above as. Could I rage and roar
Apollo, perfect me i'the characters!

As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end

[Unfolds a scroll. Must be as 'tis. My babe Mariua (whom Here I give to understand,

For she was born at sea, I have pam'd so,) here

[Reads. I charge your charity withal, and leave her
(If e'er this coffin drive a-land,)
1, king Pericles, have lost

The infant of your care; beseeching you

To give her priocely training, that she may be queen,

worth all our mundune cost.
Who finds her, give her burying,

Manner'd as she is born.
She was the daughter of a king:

Cle. Fear not, my lord!
Besides this treasure for a fee,

Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,
The gods requite his charity!

(For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,)

Must in your child be thought on. If neglection If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart,

Should therein make me vile, the common body,
That even cracks for woe! - This chunc'il to-night. By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty:
2 Gent. Most likely, sir!

But if to that my nature need a spur,
Cer. Nay, cectainly to-night!

The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
For look, how fresh she looks! - They were too rough, To the end of generation !
That threw her in the sea. Make fire within! Per. I believe you;
Fetch hither all the boxes in


Your honour and your goodness teach me credit,
Death may usurp on nature many hours,

Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
And yet the fire of life kindle again

By bright Diana, whom we honour all,
The overpressed spirits. I have heard

Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,

Though I show will in't. So I take my leave.
By good appliance was recovered.

Good madam, make me blessed in your care
Enter u Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. In bringing up my child.
Well said, well said! the fire and the cloths! Divn. I have one myself,
The rough and woful music that we have,

Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
Cause it to sound, 'beseech you!

Than yours, my lord !
The vial once more.--How thou stirrist, thou block!-- Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers !
The music there.
- I pray you, give her air!-

Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o'the

shore ;
This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and
Breathes out of her ; she hath not been entranc'd The gentlest winds of heaven.
Above five hours. See, how she 'gius to blow Per. I will embrace
Tuto life's flower again!

Your offer. Come, dear'st madam!-0, no tears, 1 Gent. The heavens, sir,

Lychorida, no tears!
Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
Your fame for ever.

You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord !
Cer. She is alive! behold,

Her eye-lids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost,

SCENE IV. Ephesus. A room in CeniMox's Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;

The diamonds of a 'most praised water

Enter CERIMON and Traisa.
Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live,
Aud make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Pare as you seem to be!

[She noves.

Lay with you in your coller: which are now
Thai. O dear Diana,

at your command. Know you the character ?
Thai. It is


Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is

That I was shipp'd at sea, I will remember,
2 Gent. Is not this strange?

Even on my yearning time; but whether there

Delivered or no, by the holy gods,
1 Gent. Most rare.
Cer. Hush, gentle neighbours !

I cannot rightly say. But since king Pericles,
Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her! My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,

A vestal livery will I take me to,
Get linen! now this matter must be look'd to,

And never more have joy.
For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come!

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak,
And Aesculapius guide us!

Diana's temple is not distant far,
(Exeunt, currying Thaisa away.
SCENE III.-Tharsus. A room in Cleor's house.

Where you may ’bide autil your date expire.
Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, LYCHORIDA, and Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine

Shall there attend you.
Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; Yet my good will is great, though the gift smalt!

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all!
My twelve months are expir'd, ayd Tyrus stands

In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upou you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you

Enter GOWER.
Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Dion, O your sweet queen!

Welcom'd to his own desire.
That the strict fates had pleas’d you had brought His woeful queen leave at Ephess,
her hither,

To Dian there a votaress.

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When you caught hurt in partiug two that fought:

Now to Marina bend your mind,

Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone? Whom our fast growing scene must find

How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'

Consume yonr blood with sorrowing: yon have In niasic, letters; who hath gaiu'd

A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd Of education all the grace,

With this unprofitable woe! Come, come! Which makes her both the heart and place Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it! Ol general wonder. But alack!

Walk forth with Leonine! the air is quick there, That monster envy, oft the wrack

Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. ComelOf earned praise, Marina's life

Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her! $.$s to tale oll" by treason's knife.

Mar. No, I pray you! And in this kind hath our Cleon

I'll not bereave you of your servant. One daughter, and a wench full grown,

Dion. Come, come! Lvca ripe for marriage fight; this maid

In love the king your father, and yonrself, Hight Philoten: and it is said

With more than foreigu heart. We every day For certain in our story, she

Espect him here: when he shall come and bod Would erer with Marina be;

Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk

Ile will repent the breadth of his great royage ; With fingers, long, small, white as milk;

Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en Or when she would with sharp neeld wound No care to your best coarses. Go, I pray you ! The cambric, which she made more sound

Walk, and be cheerfol once agaia! reserve By hurting it; or when to the lute

That excellent complexion, which did steal She sung, and made the night-bird mute,

The eyes of young and old. Care not for me, That still records with moan; or when

I can go home alone. She would with rich and constant pen

Mar. Well, I will go! Vail to her mistress Dian; still

But yet I have po desire to it. This Philoten contends in skill

Dion. Come, come! I know 'tis good for you. With absolute Marina; so

Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least; With the dove of Paphos might the croy

Remember what I have said. Vie feathers white. Marina gets

Leon. I warrant you, madam! All praises, which are paid as debts,

Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while; And not as given. This so darks

Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood; In Philoten all graceful marks,

\liat! I must have a care of yon. That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,

Mar. Thanks, sweet madam!

(E.xit Dionyud. A present murderer does prepare

Is this wind westerly that blows? For good Marina, that her daughter

Leon. South-west. Might stand peerless by this slanghter,

Mar. When I was born, the wiad was north. The sooner her vile thoughts to steed,

Leon. Was't so; Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;

Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, And cursed Dionyza hath

But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galliog The pregnaut instrument of wrath

Ilis kingly hands with hanling of the ropes; Prest for this blow. The unborn event

And, clasping to the mast, eudur'd a sea I do commend to your content:

That almost burst the deck and froru the ladder-tackle Only I carry winged time

Wasli'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one, Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;

Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, Which never conld I so convey,

They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, Unless your thoughts went on my way.

The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Dionyza does appear,

Leon. And when was this? With Leonine, a murderer.

[Exit Mar. It was, when I was born:
SCENE 1. – Tharsus. An open place near the sea- Neyer was waves nor wiud more violent

Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily!
Enter Diony2A, and LEONINE.

Mar. What mean you?
Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it! Leon. If you require a little space for prayer,
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. I grant it. Pray; but be not tedious,
Thon canst not do a thing i’the world so soon, For the gods are quick of car, and I am sword
To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, To do my work with haste.
Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom, Mar. Why will you kill me?
Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which

Leon. To satisfy my lady.
Even women lave cast ofl, melt thee, but be Mar. Why would she have me killid?
A soldier to thy purpose.

Now, as I can remember, by my trotli,
Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. I never did her hart in all my life;
Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. Here I never spake bad word, nor did ill tarp
Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death.

To any living creature: believe me, la, Thou art resolv'd ?

I never kill'd a mouse, nor hart a fly:
Leon. I am resolv'd.

I trod upon a worm against my will,
Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers. But I wept for it. How have lotended,
Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, Whereiu my death might yield her profit, or
To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues, -y life imply her danger?
The purple violets, and marigolds,

Leon. My commission
Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,

Is not to reason of the deed, but do it. While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Born in a tempest, when my mother died,

You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreslo This world to me is like a lasting storm,

You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, Whirring me from my friends.

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Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now. Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has Your lady seeks my life: come you between, excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity And save poor me, the weaker.

of qualities can make her be refused. Leon. I am sworn,

Bawd. What's her price, Boult? And will dispatch.

Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling, pieces. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain ! [Leonine runs away. Pand. Well, follow me, my masters! you shall have 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!

your money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct 8 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part! Come, let's her what she has to do, that she may not be raw have her aboard suddenly!

in her entertainment. [Exeunt Pirates with Marina.

[Exeunt Pander and Pirates.

Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the coSCENEII. - The same.

lour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warRe-enter LEONINE.

rant of her virginity; and cry, He thut will give Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were Valdes ;

no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go! this done as I command you. There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead, Boult. Performance shall follow. (Exit Poult. And thrown into the sea.-But I'll see further; Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, (He should have struck, not spoke;) or that these Not carry her aboard. If she remain,

Whom they have ravish’d, must by me be slain.[Exit. (Not enough barbarons,) had not overboard

Thrown me to seek my mother!
SCENE III. – Mitylene. A room in a brothel. Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?
Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

Mar. That I am pretty.
Pand. Boult!

Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you.
Boult. Sir!

Mur. I accuse them not. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are of gallants. We lost too much money this mart, by like to live.. being too wenchless.

Mar. The more my fault Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. To ’scape his hands, where I was like to die. We have but poor three, and they can do no more, Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. than they can do; and with continual action are even Mar. No. as good as rotten.

Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlemen Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall have we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be the difference of all complexions. What! do you used in every trade, we shall never prosper.

stop your ears? Bawd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringing up Mar. Are you a woman? of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up some Buwd. What would you have me be, an I be not a eleven

woman? Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. But shall I search the market?

Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I shall Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong have something to do with you. Come, you are a young wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sod-foolish sapling,and must be bowed as I would have you. den.

Mar. The gods defend me! Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too anwholsome, Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that then men must comfort you, men must feed you, lay with the little baggage.

men must stir you up.

Boult's returned.
Boult. Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him

Enter BOULT. roast-made for worms:--but I'll go search the mar- Now, sir, hast thou cried her throngh the market ? ket.

[Exit Boult. Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. crép! pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou find

Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a shame the inclination of the people, especially of the youngto get when we are old ?

Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the commo Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would dity; nor the commodity wages not with the danger; have hearkened to their father's testament. There therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some was a Spaniard's month so watered, that he went to pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatch-bed to her very description. ed. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with the gods, will be strong with us for giving over. his best ruff on. Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you Pand. As well as we? ay, and better too; we offend know the French knight that cowers i'the hams? worse. Neither is our profession any trade;- it's! Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ? no calling :- but here comes Boult.

Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the proEnter the Pirates, and Boult, dragging in Marina. clamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he Boult. Come your ways! (To Marina.j

would see her to-morrow, My masters, you say she's a virgin ?

Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his dis1 Pirate, 0, sir, we doubt it not.

ease hither: here he does but repair it. I know,he Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece, will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my the sun.

Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities?

we should lodge them with this sigo.


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