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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre, Act IV, Scene ii, Lines 96-139
## Overview
This section, labeled "IV. ii. 96—139," contains lines 96 through 139 of Act IV, Scene ii of William Shakespeare's play *Pericles, Prince of Tyre*. It is part of a larger collection and was extracted from a specific text file.
## Context
This section is contained within the chapter titled "[Pericles](arke:01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A)" and was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)". It is part of the "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)" collection. This segment follows "[IV. ii. 55—95](arke:01KG6S5N3HNAQNKTVV7A6XT7VA)" and precedes "[IV. ii. 140—IV. iii. 4](arke:01KG6S5N3JBRVQQBC0W4DJFAE0)".
## Contents
This section features dialogue between Marina, Bawd, and Boult. Marina expresses her determination to remain a virgin, invoking the goddess Diana. The Bawd and Boult discuss the arrival of a new "paragon" and how to profit from her beauty. The scene transitions with the entrance of Cleon and Dionyza, who begin to discuss a recent violent event.
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
*Mari.* Thou fayest true yfaith, so they must, for your Bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to goe with warrant.
*Boul.* Faith some doe, and some doe not, but Mistress if I have bargained for the ioynt.
*Baud.* Thou maist cut a morsell off the spit.
*Boul.* I may so.
*Baud.* Who should denic it? Come young one, I like the manner of your garments well.
*Boul.* I by my faith, they shall not be changd yet.
*Baud. Boul.* Spend thou that in the town: report what a fojourner we have, youle loofe nothing by custome. When Nature framde this peece, shee meant thee a good turne, therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine owne report.
*Boul.* I warrant you Mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of Eele, as my giving out her beautie: itrs up the lewdly enclined, He bring home some to night.
*Baud.* Come your wayes, follow me.
*Mari.* If fires be hote, knues sharpe, or waters deepe, Vintide I still my virgin knot will keepe.
*Diana* ayde my purpose.
*Baud.* What have we to doe with *Diana*, pray you will you goe with us?
Exit.
## Enter Clean, and Dioniza.
*Dion.* Why ere you foolish, can it be vindone?
*Clean.* O *Dioniza*, such a peece of slaughter, The Sunne and Moone nere lookt upon.
*Dion.* I thinke youle turne a chidle agen.
Cleo
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- IV. ii. 96—139