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!

Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure:
crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.

Marry, hang her up for ever!

O abominable!

How now! what's the matter?

My lord, she's not paced yet: you must take some
pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will
leave his honour and her together. Go thy ways.

Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will
you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold.

Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man
whom I am bound to.

To MARINA First, I would have you note, this is
an honourable man.

I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and
I'll have done presently.

Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never
plucked yet, I can assure you.
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Is she not a fair creature?

Your honour knows what 'tis to say well enough.

We have here one, sir, if she would--but there never
came her like in Mytilene.

Now, the gods to-bless your honour!

'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the
way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.

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 ...

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

Come your ways; follow me.

Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a
sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by custom.
When nature flamed 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.

Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the
manner of your garments well.

Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.

Thou sayest true, i' faith, so they must; for your
bride goes to that with shame which is her way to go
with warrant.

To MARINA 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 profit where you have most gain.
To weep that you live as ye do makes pity in your
lovers: seldom but that pity ...

Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease
hither: here he does but repair it. I know he will
come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in the
sun.

Who, Monsieur Veroles?

We shall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on.

And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the
inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort?

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.
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Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?

Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I shall have
something to do with you. Come, you're a young
foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have
you.

What would you have me be, an I be not a woman?

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?

Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.

You are light into my hands, where you are like to live.

Come, the gods have done their part in you.

Why lament you, pretty one?

Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour of her
hair, complexion, height, age, 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 ...

What's her price, Boult?

Boult, has she any qualities?

Come, other sorts offend as well as we.

Why to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get
when we are old?

What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind
will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.

Thou sayest true: 'tis not our bringing up of poor
bastards,--as, I think, I have brought up some eleven--

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 continual action are even as good as rotten.