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Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face,
Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously
Enter GOWER, before the Monument of Marina, at
“ doth with thine angel's face Seize with thine eagle's talons.” MALONE. 8 Making, (to take your imagination)
From bourn to bourn,] Making, &c. is travelling (with the hope of engaging your attention) from one division or boundary of the world to another; i. e. we hope to interest you by the variety of our scene, and the different countries through which we pursue our story.
Like motes and shadows see them move awhile;
Dionyza at the other. CLEON Shows PERICLES the
Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show;
[Reads the Inscription on Marina's Monument.
for true old woe ;] i. e. for such tears as were shed when, the world being in its infancy, dissimulation was unknown. All poetical writers are willing to persuade themselves that sincerity expired with the first ages.
| A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,] What is here called his mortal vessel, (i. e. his body,) is styled by Cleopatra her mortal house.
Now please you wit -] Now be pleased to know.
Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never stint,)
Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel.
Enter, from the Brothel, Two Gentlemen.
1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like ?
2 Gent. , No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.
i Gent. But to have divinity preached there ! did you ever dream of such a thing?
2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdyhouses: Shall we go hear the vestals sing ?
i Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever. [Exeunt.
Enter PANDER, Bawd, and Boult. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, she had ne'er come here.
(and swears she'll never stint,)] She'll never cease.
« while our scene must play”. MALONE. VOL. VII.
Bawd. Fye, fye upon her; she is 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.
Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests.
Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!
Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus, disguised.
Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers.
Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities?
your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity ? Have you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon ?
Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would but there never came her like in Mitylene.
Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st say.
Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well enough.
Lys. Well; call forth, call forth.
• Now, the gods to bless your honour !) This use of to in composition with verbs (as Mr. Tyrwhitt remarks) is very common in Gower and Chaucer.
Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but
Lys. What, pr’ythee?
Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste.
Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not a fair creature ? Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at
Well, there's for you; - leave us. Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I'll have done presently.
Lys. I beseech you, do.
Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man. [To MARINA, whom she takes aside.
Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.
Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man whom I bound to.
Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not.
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 graciously, I will thankfully receive.
Lys. Have you done?
Bawd. 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.
[Exeunt Bawd, PANDER, and BOULT.