Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Baud.If it please the Gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men stir you vp: Boults returnd. Now sir, hast thou cride her through the Market?
Boult.I haue cryde her almost to the number of her haires, I haue drawne her picture with my voice.
Baud.And I prethee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the yonger sort?
Boult.Faith they listened to mee, as they would haue harkened to their fathers testament, there was a Spaniards mouth watred, and he went to bed to her verie description.
Baud.We shall haue him here to morrow with his best ruffe on.
Boult.To night, to night, but Mistresse doe you knowe the French knight, that cowres ethe hams?
Baud.Who, Monusieur Verollus?
Boult.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.
Baud.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.
Boult.Well, if we had of euerie Nation a traueller, wee should lodge them with this signe.
Baud.Pray you come hither a while, you haue Fortunes comming vppon you, marke mee, you must seeme to doe that fearefully, which you commit willingly, despise profite, where you haue most gaine, to weepe that you liue as yee doe, makes pittie in your Louers seldome but that pittie begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a meere profite.
Mari.I vnderstand you not.
Boult.O take her home Mistresse, take her home, these blushes of hers must bee quencht with some present practise.
Mari.
