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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre.
her aboard sodainly.
Exit.
## Enter Leomine.
**Leon.** These rogueing theeues serue the great Pvrath Valdes, and they haue seizd Marina, let her goe, ther's no hope shee will returne, Ilesweare shees dead, and throwne into the Sea, but ile see further: perhappes they will but please themselues vpon her, not carrie her aboard, if shee remaine
Whome they haue rauifht, muft by mee be slaine.
Exit.
## Enter the three Bandes.
**Pander. Boult.**
**Boult. Sir.**
**Pander.** Searche the market narrowly, Mettelyne is full of gallants, wee loft too much much money this mart by beeing too wenchleife.
**Band.** Wee were neuer so much out of Creatures, we h. ue but poore three, and they can doe no more then they can doe, and they with continuall action, are euen as good as rotten.
**Pander.** Therefore lets haue fresh ones wharere wee pay for them, if there bee not a conscience to be vfde in euerie trade, wee shall neuer prosper.
**Band.** Thou sayft true, tis not our bringing vp of poore baftards, as I thinke, I haue brought vp soine ekuer.
**Boult.** I to eleuen, and brought tuem downe againe, but shall I searche the market?
**Bawde.** Whar elfe man? the stuffe we haue, a strong winde will blowe it to peeces, they are so pitrifully foduen.
Pan.
IV. i. 95—IV. ii. 21
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