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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre.
**Pandor.** Thou fayest true, ther's two vinwholesome a conscience, the poore Transilvanian is dead that laye with the little baggadge.
**Boult.** I, thee quickly poupt him, the made him roast-meate for wormes, but Ile goe fearche the market.
*Exit.*
**Pand.** Three or foure thoufande Checkins were as prettie a proportion to liue quietly, and fo giue ouer.
**Bawd.** Why, to giue ouer I pray you? Is it a shame to get when wee are olde?
**Pand.** Oh our credite comes not in like the commoditie, not the commoditie wages not with the daunger: therefore if in our youths we could picke vp some prettie estate, t'were not amise to keepe our doore hatch't, besides the fore tearmes we stand vpon with the gods, wilbe strong with vs for giuing ore.
**Bawd.** Come other forts offend as well as wee.
**Pand.** As well as wee. I, and better too, wee offende worfe, neither is our profession any trade, It's no calling, but heere comes *Boult*.
# Enter Boult with the Pirates and Marina.
**Boult.** Come your wayes my maisters, you say thee's a virgin.
**Sayler.** O Sir, wee doubt it not.
**Boult.** Master, I haue gone through for this peece you see, if you like her so, if not I haue loft my earnest.
**Bawd.** Boult has thee anie qualities?
**Boult.** Shee has a good face, speakes well, and has excellent good cloathes: theres no farther necessitie of qualities can make her be refuz'd.
**Bawd.** What's her price *Boult*?
*Boult.*
IV. ii. 22—54
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