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- # Periodic Prince of Tyre.
Bush. I cannot be bored one dott of a thousand pieces.
Pand. Well, follow me my maifters, you shall have your money prefenly, wife take her in, instruct her what she has to doe, that she may not be rave in her entertainment.
Bawd. Bawd, take you the masks of her, the colors of her hair, complexion, height, her age, with warrant of her virginity, and cry, I fe that wil giue molt fial haue her first, such a maydenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have borne get this done as I command you.
Bowd. Prefer mance shall follow. Exit.
Mar. Alacke that Leonine was fo slacke, fo slow, he should haue strooke, not spoke, or that thefe Pirates, not enough barbarous, had not orchioed thouwne me, for to fccke my mother.
Bawd. Why lament you prettie one?
Mar. That I am prettie.
Bawd. Come, the Gods haue done their part in you.
Mar. I accufe them not.
Bawd. You are light into my hands, where you are like to live.
Mar. The more my fault, to scape his hands, where I was to die.
Bawd. I, and you shall live in peafure.
Mar. No.
Bawd. Yes indeed shall you, and tafe Gentlemen of all fashions, you shall fate well, you shall haue the differcee of all complexions, what doe you stop your cares?
Mar. Are you a woman?
Bawd. What would you haue me be, and I bee not a woman?
Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman.
Bawd. Marie whip the Gotfeling, I thioke I shall haue something to doe with you, come you's a young foolish, fapling, and must be bowed as I would haue you.
Mar. The Gods defend me.
Bawd.
IV. ii. 55—95
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