BAWD.
Come, the gods have done their part in you.
MARINA.
I accuse them not.
BAWD.
You are light into my hands, where you are like to live.
MARINA.
The more my fault
To scape his hands where I was like to die.
BAWD.
Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
MARINA.
No.
BAWD.
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?
MARINA.
Are you a woman?
BAWD.
What would you have me be, an I be not a woman?
MARINA.
An honest woman, or not a woman.
BAWD.
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.
MARINA.
The gods defend me!
BAWD.
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.
[Re-enter Boult.]
Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?
BOULT.
I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn
her picture with my voice.
BAWD.
And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the
people, especially of the younger sort?
BOULT.
'Faith, they listened to me as they would have hearkened to their
father's testament. There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered,
that he went to bed to her very description.
BAWD.
We shall have him here to-morrow: with his best ruff on.
BOULT.
To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know the French knight
that cowers i' the hams?
BAWD.
Who, Monsieur Veroles?
BOULT.
Ay, he: he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he
made a groan at it, and swore he would see her to-morrow.
BAWD.
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.
BOULT.
Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we should lodge them
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 ye do makes pity in your lovers: seldom but that
pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit.
MARINA.
I understand you not.
BOULT.
O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these blushes of hers
must be quenched with some present practice.
BAWD.
Thou sayest true, i' faith so they must; for your bride goes to
that with shame which is her way to go with warrant.
BOULT.
'Faith, some do and some do not. But, mistress, if I have
bargained for the joint, --
BAWD.
Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.
BOULT.
I may so.
BAWD.
Who should deny it? Come young one, I like the manner of your
garments well.
BOULT.
Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet.
BAWD.
Boult, spend thou that in the town: 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.
BOULT.
I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of
eels as my giving out her Beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined.
I'll bring home some to-night.
BAWD.
Come your ways; follow me.
MARINA.
If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep,
Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.
Diana, aid my purpose!
BAWD.
What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us?
[Exeunt.]