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- # IV. vi. 115—157
## Overview
This is a section from the play [Pericles](arke:01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A) by William Shakespeare, specifically lines 115 to 157 of Act IV, Scene vi. It is extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) and is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The section contains dialogue between Marina, Bawd, and Boult.
## Context
This section is part of Act IV of [Pericles](arke:01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A). It follows the section [IV. vi. 76—115](arke:01KG6S5NPK76AC79AVKAMESFKK) and precedes the section [IV. vi. 158—203](arke:01KG6S5NPVH26NG120EMWZJNWA). The play is included in the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection, which appears to be a test collection for a PDF processing workflow.
## Contents
This section of the play features Marina in a brothel, where she is being pressured to conform to the establishment's expectations. The dialogue includes:
- Marina's defiance and moral objections to her situation.
- Bawd's frustration with Marina's resistance.
- Boult's attempts to coerce Marina into compliance.
- Marina offering to teach various skills (singing, weaving, sewing, and dancing) as an alternative to prostitution.
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Bowls. And if shee were a thornyer peece of ground then shee is, shee shall be plowed.
Ma. Harke, harke you Gods.
Bawd. She coniures, away with her, would she had neuer come within my doores, Marrie hang you: shees borne to vndoe vs, will you not goe the way of wemen-kinde? Marry come vp my dish of chastitie with rofemary & bases.
Bowls. Come mistris, come your way with mee.
Ma. Whither wilt thou haue mee?
Bowls. To take from you the Jewell you hold so deere.
Ma. Prithee tell mee one thing first.
Bowls. Come now your one thing.
Ma. What canst thou wish thine emenie to be.
Bowls. Why, I could wish him to bee my master, or rather my mistris.
Ma. Neither of these are so bad as thou art, since they doe better thee in their command, thou hold’st a place for which the painedst feende of hell would not in reputation change: Thou art the damned doore-keeper to euery custerell that comes enquiring for his Tib. To the cholerike fisting of euery rogue, thy eare is lyable, thy soode is such as hath beene belch’t on by infected lungs.
Ba. What wold you haue me do? go to the wars, wold you? where a man may serue y. yeers for the lotse of a leg, & haue not money enough in the end to buy him a woodden one?
Ma. Doe any thing but this thou doest, emptie olde receptacles, or common-shores of filthe, serue by indenture, to the common hang-man, anie of these wayes are yet better then this: for what thou professeest, a Baboone could he speak, would owne a name too deere, that the gods wold safely deliuer me from this place: here, heers gold for thee, if that thy master would gaine by me, proclaime that I can sing, weaue, sow, & dance, with other vertues, which Ile keep from boast, and will undertake all these to teache. I doubt not but this populous Cittie will yeelde manie schollers.
Bowls.
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- IV. vi. 115—157