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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre.
*Mari.* Thou fayest true yfaith, so they must, for your Bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to goe with warrant.
*Boul.* Faith some doe, and some doe not, but Mistress if I have bargained for the ioynt.
*Baud.* Thou maist cut a morsell off the spit.
*Boul.* I may so.
*Baud.* Who should denic it? Come young one, I like the manner of your garments well.
*Boul.* I by my faith, they shall not be changd yet.
*Baud. Boul.* Spend thou that in the town: report what a fojourner we have, youle loofe nothing by custome. When Nature framde this peece, shee meant thee a good turne, therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine owne report.
*Boul.* I warrant you Mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of Eele, as my giving out her beautie: itrs up the lewdly enclined, He bring home some to night.
*Baud.* Come your wayes, follow me.
*Mari.* If fires be hote, knues sharpe, or waters deepe, Vintide I still my virgin knot will keepe.
*Diana* ayde my purpose.
*Baud.* What have we to doe with *Diana*, pray you will you goe with us?
Exit.
## Enter Clean, and Dioniza.
*Dion.* Why ere you foolish, can it be vindone?
*Clean.* O *Dioniza*, such a peece of slaughter, The Sunne and Moone nere lookt upon.
*Dion.* I thinke youle turne a chidle agen.
Cleo
IV. ii. 140—IV. iii. 4
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