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- # Particles Prince of Tyre
there never came her like in *Meteline*.
(fay.
Li. If shee’d doe the decries of darkness thou wouldst
Bawd. Your Honor knows what t’is to say wel enough.
Li. Well, call forth, call forth.
Bowls. For flesh and blood Sir, white and red, you shall
see a rose, and she were a rose indeed, if shee had but.
Li. What prithi?
Bowls. O Sir, I can be modest.
Li. That dignities the renowne of a Bawde, no lesse
then it giues a good report to a number to be chaste.
Bawd. Heere comes that which growes to the flalke,
Neuer pluckt yet I can assure you.
Is shee not a faire creature?
Ly. Faith shee would serue after a long voyage at Sea,
Well theres for you, leaue vs.
Bawd. I beseeche your Honor giue me leaue a word,
And Ile haue done presently.
Li. I beseech you doe.
Bawd. First, I would haue you note, this is an Honorable man.
(Mar. I desire to finde him so, that I may worthilie
Bawd. Next hees the Gouernot of this country, and
a man whom I am bound too.
Ma. If he gouerne the country you are bound to him
indeed, but how honorable her is in that, I knowe not.
Bawd. Pray you without anie more virginall fencing,
will you vse him kindly? he will lyne your apron with gold.
Ma. What hee will doe graciously, I will thankfully
reccie.
Li. Ha you done?
Bawd. My Lord shees not pac’ste yet, you must take
some pains to worke her to your mannage, come wee will
leaue his Honor, and her together, goe thy wayes. (trade?
Li. Now pritue one, how long haue you beene at this.
Ma. What trade Sir?
Li. Why
IV. vi. 31—75
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