Pericles Prince of Tyre.
golde for thee, perseuer in that cleare way thou goest and the gods strengthen thee.
Ma.The good Gods preserue you.
Li.For me be you thoughten, that I came with no ill intent, for to me the very dores and windows fauor vilely, fare thee well, thou art a peece of vertue, & I doubt not but thy training hath bene noble, hold, heeres more golde for thee, a curse vpon him, die he like a theefe that robs thee of thy goodnes, if thou doest heare from me it shalbe for thy good.
Boult.I beseeche your Honor one peece for me.
Li.Auaunt thou damned dore-keeper, your house but for this virgin that doeth prop it, would sincke and ouerwhelme you. Away.
Boult.How's this? wee must take another course with you? if your peeuish chastitie, which is not worth a breakefast in the cheapest countrey vnder the coap, shall vndoe a whole houshold, let me be gelded like a spaniel, come your wayes.
Ma.Whither would you haue mee?
Boult.I must haue your mayden-head taken off, or the cōmon hag man shal execute it, come your way, weele haue no more Gentlemen driuen away, come your wayes I say.
Enter Bawdes.
Bawd.How now, whats the matter?
Boult.Worse and worse mistris, shee has heere spoken holie words to the Lord Lisimachus.
Bawd.O abhominable.
Boult.He makes our profession as it were to stincke afore the face of the gods.
Bawd.Marie hang her vp for euer.
Boult.The Noble man would haue dealt with her like a Noble man, and shee sent him away as colde as a Snowe-ball, saying his prayers too.
Bawd.Boult take her away, vse her at thy pleasure, crack the glasse of her virginitie, and make the rest maliable.
Boult.
