Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Boult.But can you teache all this you speake of?
Ma.Prooue that I cannot, take mee home againe, And prostitute mee to the basest groome that doeth frequent your house.
Boult.Well I will see what I can doe for thee: if I can place thee I will.
Ma.But amongst honest woman.
Boult.Faith my acquaintance lies little amongst them, But since my master and mistris hath bought you, theres no going but by their consent: therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall finde them tractable enough. Come, Ile doe for thee what I can, come your wayes.
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Enter Gower.
Marina thus the Brothell scapes, and chaunces
Into an Honest-house our Storie sayes:
Shee sings like one immortall, and shee daunces
As Goddesse-like to her admired layes.
Deepe clearks she dumb's, and with her neele composes,
Natures owne shape, of budde, bird, branche, or berry.
That euen her art sisters the naturall Roses
Her Inckle, Silke Twine, with the rubied Cherrie,
That puples lackes she none of noble race,
Who powre their bountie on her: and her gaine
She gives the cursed Bawd, here wee her place,
And to hir Father turne our thoughts againe,
Where wee left him on the Sea, wee there him left,
Where driuen before the windes, hee is arriu'de
Heere where his daughter dwels, and on this coast,
Suppose him now at Anchor: the Citie striu'de
God Neptunes Annuall feast to keepe, from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian Shippe espies,
His banners Sable, trim'd with rich expence,
Into an Honest-house our Storie sayes:
Shee sings like one immortall, and shee daunces
As Goddesse-like to her admired layes.
Deepe clearks she dumb's, and with her neele composes,
Natures owne shape, of budde, bird, branche, or berry.
That euen her art sisters the naturall Roses
Her Inckle, Silke Twine, with the rubied Cherrie,
That puples lackes she none of noble race,
Who powre their bountie on her: and her gaine
She gives the cursed Bawd, here wee her place,
And to hir Father turne our thoughts againe,
Where wee left him on the Sea, wee there him left,
Where driuen before the windes, hee is arriu'de
Heere where his daughter dwels, and on this coast,
Suppose him now at Anchor: the Citie striu'de
God Neptunes Annuall feast to keepe, from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian Shippe espies,
His banners Sable, trim'd with rich expence,
And
