SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel.
[Enter Pandar, Bawd, and Boult.]
Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she had ne'er come
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.
'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our
cavaliers, and make our swearers priests.
Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!
'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the way to the pox.
Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.
We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would
but give way to customers.
How now! How a dozen of virginities?
Now, the gods to bless your honour!
I am glad to see your honour in good health.
You may so; 'tis the better for you that your resorters stand
upon sound legs. How now! wholesome iniquity have you that a
man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon?
We have here one, sir, if she would -- but there never came her
like in Mytilene.
If she'ld do the deed of darkness, thou wouldst say.
Your honour knows what 'tis to say well enough.
Well, call forth, call forth.
For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose;
and she were a rose indeed, if she had but --
O, sir, I can be modest.
That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good
report to a number to be chaste.
Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never plucked yet, I
can assure you.
[Re-enter Boult with Marina.]
Is she not a fair creature?
'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well, there's
for you: leave us.
I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I'll have done
I beseech you, do.
First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man.
I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.
Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man whom I am
If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed; but how
honourable he is in that, I know not.
Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him
kindly? He will line your apron with gold.
What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive.
Ha' 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 honour and her
together. Go thy ways.
[Exeunt Bawd, Pandar, and Boult.]
Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade?
What trade, sir?