The faireft, fweeteft, and best lies here,
Who wither'd in her Spring of Year:
She was of Tyrus the King's Daughter,
On whom foul Death hath made this Slaughter:
Marina was the call'd, and at her birth,

That is, being proud, fwallow'd fome part of th'earth:
Therefore the Earth fearing to be o'erflow'd,
Hath Thetis Birth-child on the Heav'ns beftow'd.
Wherefore the does and fwears she'll never ftinr,
Make raging Battry upon Shores of Flint.

No Vizor does become black Villany,
So well as foft and tender Flattery.
Let Pericles believe his Daughter's dead,
And bear his Courfes to be ordered

By Lady Fortune, while our tear must Play
His Daughter woe and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy Service: Patience then,
And think you now are all in Metaline.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

[Exit.

2 Gent. No, nor never fhall do in fuch a place as this, fhe being once gone.

I Gent. But to have Divinity preacht there, did you ever dream of fuch a thing?

2 Gent. No, no, come, I am for no more Bawdy-houses, fhall we go hear the Veftals fing?

1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is Virtuous, but I am qut of the road of Rutting for ever. Enter the three Bawds.

[Exeunt.

Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her fhe had ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fie, fie upon her, fhe is able too freeze the God Priapus, and undo a whole Generation, we muft either get her Ravisht, or be rid of her; when she should do for Clyents her fitment, and do me the kindness of our Profeffion, the has me her Quirks, her Reasons, her Master-reasons, her Prayers, her Knees, that fhe would make a Puritan of the Devil, if he fhould cheapen a Kifs of her.

Boult. Faith I muft ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our Cavaliers, and make all our Swearers Priefts.

Pand

way

Pand. Now the Pox upon her Green-fickness for me. Bawd. Faith there's no way to be rid of it, but by the to the Pox. Here comes the Lord Lyfimachus difguis'd. Boult. We should have both Lord and Lown, if the peevish Baggage would but give way to Customers.

Enter Lyfimachus.

Lyf. How now, how a dozen of Virginities?
Bawd. Now the Gods blefs your Honour.

Boult. I am glad to fee your Honour in good Health. Lyf. You may fo, 'tis the better for you, that your Reforters ftand upon found Legs, how now? wholfome Impunity have you, that a Man may deal withal, and defie the Surgeon?

Bawd. We have one here, Sir, if she would

But there never came her like in Metaline.

Lyf. If she'd do the Deeds of Darkness, thou would'st say. Bawd. Your Honour knows what 'tis to fay well enough. Lyf. Well, call forth, call forth.

Boult. For Flesh and Blood, Sir, white and red, you fhall fee a Rofe, and the were a Rofe indeed, if she had but

Lyf. What prethee?

Boult. O Sir, I can be Modeft,

Lyf. That dignifies the Renown of a Bawd, no lefs than it gives a good Report to a number to be Chaft.

Enter Marina.

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk, Never pluckt yet I can affure you.

Is he not a fair Creature?

Lyf. Faith fhe would ferve after a long Voyage at Sea, Well, there's for you, leave us.

Bawd. I beseech your Honour give me leave a word, And I'll have done presently.

Lyf. I beseech you do.

Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an honou

rable Man.

Mar. I defire to find him fo, that I may worthily note him. Bawd. Next, he's the Governor of this Country, and a Man whom I am bound to.

Mar. If he govern the Country, you are bound to him indeed, but how honourable he is in that, I know not.

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Bawd.

Bawd. Pray you without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? He will line your Apron with Gold. Mar. What he will do gracioufly, I will thankfully re

ceive.

Lyf. Have you done?

Bawd. My Lord, she's not pac'd yet, you must take fome Pains to work her to your manage; come, we will leave his Honour and her together. [Exit Bawd, Lyf Nów, pretty one, how long have you been at this Trade?

Mar. What Trade, Sir?

Lyf. Why, I cannot name't but I fhall offend.

Mar. I cannot be offended with

Please you to name it.

my Trade.

Lyf. How long have you been of this Profeffion?

Mar. E'er fince I can remember.

Lyf. Did you go to't fo young, were you a Gamester at five, or at feven?

Mar. Earlier too, Sir, if now I be one.

Lys. Why the House you dwell in, proclaims you to be a Creature of Sale.

Mar. Do you know this Houfe to be a Place of fuch refort, and will come into it? I hear fay you are of honourable Parts, and the Governor of this place.

Lyf. Why? hath your Principal made known unto you, who I am?

Mar. Who is my Principal?

Lyf. Why your Herb-woman, fhe that fets Seeds and Roots of Shame and Iniquity. O you have heard fomething of my Power, and so stand aloof for more ferious Wooing; but I proteft to thee, pretty one, my Authority fhall not fee thee, or elfe look friendly upon thee; come bring me to fome private Place, come, come.

Mar. If you were born to Honour, fhew it now; If put upon you, make the Judgment good,

That thought you worthy of it.

Lyf. How's this? how's this? fome more, be fageMar. For me that am a Maid, though moft ungentle Fortune have plac'd me in this Stie,

Where fince I came, Difeafes have been foid

Dearer than Phyfick: O that the Gods

Would

Would fet me free from this unhallow'd Place,
Though they did change me to the meanest Bird

That flies i'th' purer Air.

Lyf. I did not think

Thou could't have spoke fo well, I ne'er dream'd thou could'st;

Had I brought hither a corrupted Mind,

Thy Speech had alter'd it; hold, here's Gold for thee,
Perfevere in that clear way thou goeft,

And the Gods ftrengthen thee.

Mar. The good Gods preferve you.

Lyf. For my part, I came with no ill intent, for to me The very Doors and Windows favour vilely.

Fare thee well,

Thou art a piece of Virtue, and I doubt not
But thy training hath been Noble ;

Hold, here's more Gold for thee;

A Curfe upon him, die he like a Thief

That robs thee of thy Goodness; if thou doft hear from me,
It fhall be for thy good.

Boult. I beseech your Honour, one Piece for me.
Lyf. Avant thou damn'd Door-keeper,

Your House, but for this Virgin that doth prop it,
Would fink and overwhelm you. Away.
[Exit.

Boult. How's this? We must take another courfe with you? If your peevish Chastity, which is not worth a Breakfaft in the cheapest Country under the coap, fhall undo a whole Houfhold, let me be gelded like a Spaniel; come

your ways.

Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. I must have your Maidenhead taken off, or the common Hangman fhall execute it; come your way, we'll have no more Gentlemen driv'n away; come your ways, I fay. Enter Bawd.

Bawd. How now, what's the matter?

Boult, Worfe and worfe, Miftrefs, fhe hath here fpoken holy words to the Lord Lyfimachus.

Bawd. O abominable.

Boult. She makes our Profeffion as it were to stink before

Boult. The Nobleman would have dealt with her like a Nobleman, and the fent him away as cold as a Snow-ball; faying his Prayers too.

Band. Boult, take her away, ufe her at thy Pleasure, crack the Glafs of her Virginity, and make the reft malleable. Boult. And if fhe were a thornier Piece of Ground than fhe is, fhe fhall be Ploughed.

Mar. Hark, hark, you Gods.

Bawd. 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 Difh of Chastity, with Rofemary and Bays. [Exit. Boult. Come, Miftrefs, come your ways with me. Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. To take from you the Jewel you hold fo dear. Mar. Prithee tell me one thing firft.

Boult. Come now, your one thing?

Mar. What can't thou wish thine Enemy to be? Boult. Why I could wish him to be my Mafter, or rather my Mistress.

Mar. Neither of these are yet fo bad as thou art,
Since they do better thee in their Command;

Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'ft Fiend
In Hell would not in Reputation change :

Thou art the damn'd Door-keeper to every Cufherel that comes
Enquiring for his Tib; To the cholerick Fifting of every Rogue
Thy Ear is liable, thy Food is fuch

As hath been belch'd on by infectious Lungs.

Boult. What would you have me do? go to the Wars, would you, where a Man may ferve feven Years for the lofs of a Leg, and have not Mony enough in the end to buy him a wooden one ?

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doft,

Empty old Receptacles, or Common-fhores of Filth;
Serve by Indenture to the common Hangman,
Any of these ways are yet better than this:

For what thou profeffeft, a Baboon, could he fpeak,
Would own a Name too dear:

Oh, that the Gods would fafely deliver me from this Place;
Here, here's Gold for thee, if that thy Mafter would gain by me,
Proclaim that I can Sing, Weave, Sow, and Dance,