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- # IV. ii. 55—95
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## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The section contains dialogue from the play "Pericles, Prince of Tyre". The characters "Band", "Bouls", and "Mari" are present. The text discusses the marketing of a woman, the reactions of various people, and the advice given to Mari.
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
**Band.** If it please the Gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men stir you vp: *Bouls* returnd. Now sir, hast thou cride her through the Market?
**Bouls.** I haue cryde her almost to the number of her haires, I haue drawne her picture with my voice.
**Band.** And I prethee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the yonger sort?
**Bouls.** Faith they listened to me, as they would haue harkened to their fathers testament, there was a Spaniards mouth watered, and he went to bed to her verie description.
**Band.** We shall haue him here to morrow with his best ruffcon.
**Bouls.** To night, to night, but Mistreße doe you knowe the French knight, that cowres ethe hams?
**Band.** Who, *Mounheur Verollus*?
**Bouls.** I, he, he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation, but he made a groane at it, and swore he would see her to morrow.
**Band.** Well, well, as for him, hee brought his disease hither, here he does but repaire it, I knowe hee will come in our shadow, to scatter his crownes in the Sunne.
**Bouls.** Well, if we had of eueric Nation a traueller, wee should lodge them with this signe.
**Band.** Pray you come hither a while, you haue Fortunes comming vppon you, marke mee, you must feeme to doe that fearfully, which you commit willingly, despise profite, where you haue most gaine, to weepe that you liue as yee doe, makes pittie in your Louers feldome, but that pittie begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a meere profite.
**Mari.** I vnderstand you not.
**Bouls.** Otake her home Mistreße, take her home, these bluthes of hers must bee quench with some present practice.
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*Mari.*
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