ACT 4
Scene 2
...me be slain.
Enter Pander, Bawd, and Bolt.
...being too wenchless.
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.
...shall never prosper.
Thou sayst true. ’Tis not our bringing up of poor
bastards—as I think I have brought up some
eleven—
...search the market?
What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong
wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully
sodden.
...so give over.
Why to give over, I pray you? Is it a shame to get
when we are old?
...for giving o’er.
Come, other sorts offend as well as we.
...lost my earnest.
Bolt, has she any qualities?
...her be refused.
What’s her price, Bolt?
...in her entertainment.
Bolt, take you the marks of her: the color of her
hair, complexion, height, her 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 command you.
...seek my mother.
Why lament you, pretty one?
...I am pretty.
Come, the gods have done their part in you.
...accuse them not.
You are light into my hands, where you are like
to live.
...was to die.
Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
... No.
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?
...you a woman?
What would you have me be, an I be not a
woman?
...not a woman.
Marry, whip the 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.
...gods defend me!
If it please the gods to defend you by men, then
men must comfort you, men must feed you, men
stir you up. Bolt’s returned.
Enter Bolt.
Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?
...with my voice.
And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination
of the people, especially of the younger
sort?
...her very description.
We shall have him here tomorrow with his best
ruff on.
...i’ the hams?
Who? Monsieur Verolles?
...see her tomorrow.
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.
...with this sign.
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 you do makes pity in your
lovers. Seldom but that pity begets you a good
opinion, and that opinion a mere profit.
...some present practice.
Thou sayst true, i’ faith, so they must, for your
bride goes to that with shame which is her way to
go with warrant.
...for the joint—
Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.
...I may so.
Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like
the manner of your garments well.
...be changed yet.
Bolt, spend thou that in the town. (She gives him money.)
Report what a sojourner we have. You’ll
lose 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.
...home some tonight.
to Marina
Come your ways. Follow me.
...aid my purpose!
What have we to do with Diana, pray you? Will
you go with us?
They exit.
Scene 6
...of rutting forever.
Enter Bawd, Pander, and Bolt.
...ne’er come here.
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, her master reasons, her prayers, her
knees, that she would make a puritan of the devil if
he should cheapen a kiss of her.
...greensickness for me!
Faith, there’s no way to be rid on ’t but by the
way to the pox.
Enter Lysimachus.
Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.
...dozen of virginities?
Now the gods to-bless your Honor!
...defy the surgeon?
We have here one, sir, if she would—but there
never came her like in Mytilene.
...thou wouldst say?
Your Honor knows what ’tis to say, well enough.
...Pander with Marina.
Here comes that which grows to the stalk, never
plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not a fair
creature?
...there’s for you.
He gives money.
... Leave us.
I beseech your Honor, give me leave a word, and
I’ll have done presently.
...do.He moves aside.
to Marina
First, I would have you note this is
an honorable man.
...worthily note him.
Next, he’s the governor of this country and a
man whom I am bound to.
...I know not.
Pray you, without any more virginal fencing,
will you use him kindly? He will line your apron
with gold.
...forwardHa’ you done?
My lord, she’s not paced yet. You must take some
pains to work her to your manage.—Come, we will
leave his Honor and her together. Go thy ways.
Bawd, Pander, and Bolt exit.
...ways, I say.
Enter Bawd and Pander.
How now, what’s the matter?
...the Lord Lysimachus!
O, abominable!
...of the gods.
Marry, hang her up forever.
...his prayers too.
Bolt, take her away, use her at thy pleasure,
crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest
malleable.
...hark, you gods!
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
womenkind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity
with rosemary and bays!
Bawd and Pander exit.