Act IV, Scene 2
Mytilene. A room in a brothel.
- Enter the three bawds: Pander, Bawd, and Boult.
Pander3 - 4
- Search the market narrowly, Mytilene is full of gallants. We
- lost too much money this mart by being too wenchless.
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- 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.
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- Therefore let’s have fresh ones, what e’er we pay for them.
- If there be not a conscience to be us’d in every trade, we
- shall never prosper.
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- Thou say’st true. ’Tis not our bringing up of poor
- bastards—as I think, I have brought up some eleven—
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- Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But shall I
- search the market?
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- What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow
- it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.
Pander17 - 19
- Thou sayest true, there’s two unwholesome, a’ conscience.
- The poor Transylvanian is dead that lay with the little
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- Ay, she quickly poop’d him, she made him roast-meat for
- worms. But I’ll go search the market.
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- Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion
- to live quietly, and so give over.
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- Why to give over, I pray you? Is it a shame to get when we
- are old?
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- O, our credit comes not in like the commodity, nor the
- commodity wages not with the danger; therefore if in our
- youths we could pick up some pretty estate, ’twere not amiss
- to keep our door hatch’d. Besides, the sore terms we stand
- upon with the gods will be strong with us for giving o’er.
- Come, other sorts offend as well as we.
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- As well as we! Ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither
- is our profession any trade, it’s no calling. But here comes
- Enter Boult with the Pirates and Marina.
- Come your ways, my masters. You say she’s a virgin?
- O, sir, we doubt it not.
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- Master, I have gone through for this piece you see. If you
- like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest.
- Boult, has she any qualities?
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- She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good
- clothes; there’s no farther necessity of qualities can make
- her be refus’d.
- What’s her price, Boult?
- I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.
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- 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.
- Exeunt Pander and Pirates.
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- Boult, 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.
- Performance shall follow.
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- Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow!
- He should have struck, not spoke; or that these pirates,
- Not enough barbarous, had not o’erboard thrown me
- For to seek my mother!
- Why lament you, pretty one?
- That I am pretty.
- Come, the gods have done their part in you.
- I accuse them not.
- You are light into my hands, where you are like to live.
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- The more my fault
- To scape his hands where I was like to die.
- Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
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- 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?
- Are you a woman?
- What would you have me be, and I be not a woman?
- An honest woman, or not a woman.
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- Marry, whip the gosling, I think I shall have something to
- do with you. Come, you’re a young foolish sapling, and must
- be bow’d as I would have you.
- The gods defend me!
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- If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must
- comfort you, men must feed you, men stir you up. Boult’s
- Enter Boult.
- Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?
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- I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs, I have
- drawn her picture with my voice.
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- And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of
- the people, especially of the younger sort?
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- Faith, they listen’d to me as they would have hearken’d to
- their father’s testament. There was a Spaniard’s mouth
- wat’red, and he went to bed to her very description.
- We shall have him here tomorrow with his best ruff on.
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- Tonight, tonight. But, mistress, do you know the French
- knight that cow’rs i’ the hams?
- Who, Monsieur Verollus?
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- Ay, he, he offer’d to cut a caper at the proclamation, but
- he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her tomorrow.
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- 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.
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- Well, if we had of every nation a traveler, we should lodge
- them with this sign.
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- To Marina.
- Pray you come hither a while. 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 begets you a good opinion, and that
- opinion a mere profit.
- I understand you not.
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- O, take her home, mistress, take her home. These blushes of
- hers must be quench’d with some present practice.
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- Thou sayest true, i’ faith, so they must: for your bride
- goes to that with shame which is her way to go with warrant.
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- Faith, some do, and some do not. But, mistress, if I have
- bargain’d for the joint—
- Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.
- I may so.
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- Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the manner of
- your garments well.
- Ay, by my faith, they shall not be chang’d yet.
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- Boult, spend thou that in the town. Report what a sojoumer
- we have; you’ll lose nothing by custom. When nature fram’d
- this piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a
- paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own
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- I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds
- of eels as my giving out her beauty stirs up the lewdly
- inclin’d. I’ll bring home some tonight.
- Come your ways, follow me.
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- If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep,
- Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.
- Diana aid my purpose!
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- What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with