Pericles, Prince of Tyre (1609)/Act 4

by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Enter Gower.

Imagine Pericles arriude at Tyre,
Welcomd and setled to his owne desire:
His wofull Queene we leave at Ephesus,
Vnto Diana ther's a Votarisse.
Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast growing scene must finde
At Tharsus, and by Cleon traind
In Musicks letters, who hath gaind
Of education all the grace,
Which makes hie both the art and place
Of generall wonder: but alacke
That monster Enuie oft the wracke
Of earned praise, Marinas life
Seeke to take off by treasons knife,
And in this kinde, our Cleon hath
One daughter and a full growne wench,
Euen ripe for marriage sight: this Maid
Hight Philoten; and it is said
For certaine in our storie, shee
Would euer with Marina bee.
Beet when they weaude the sleded silke,
With fingers long, small, white as milke,
Or when she would with sharpe needle wound,
The Cambricke which she made more sound
By hurting it or when too'th Lute
She sung, and made the night bed mute,
That still records with mone, or when
She would with rich and constant pen,
Vaile to her Mistresse Dian still,
This Phyloten contends in skill
With absolute Marina: so
The Doue of Paphos might with the crow
Vie feathers white, Marina gets
All prayses, which are paid as debts,
And not as giuen, this so darkes
In Phyloten all gracefull markes,
That Cleons wife with Enuie rare,
A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina; that her daughter
Might stand peerlesse by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
Lichorida our nurse is dead,
And cursed Dioniza hath
The pregnant instrument of wrath.
Prest for this blow, the vnborne euent,
I doe commend to your content,
Onely I carry winged Time,
Post one the lame feete of my rime,
Which neuer could I so conuey,
Vnlesse your thoughts went on my way,
Dioniza does appeare,
Exit.With Leonine a murtherer.

Enter Dioniza, with Leonine.

Dion.Thy oath remember, thou hast sworne to doo't, tis but a blowe which neuer shall bee knowne, thou canst not doe a thing in the worlde so soone to yeelde thee so much profite: let not conscience Which is but cold, in flaming, thy loue bosome, enflame too nicelie, nor let pittie which euen women haue cast off, melt thee, but be a souldier to thy purpose.

Leon.I will doo't; but yet she is a goodly creature.

Dion.The fitter then the Gods should haue her.
Here she comes weeping for her onely Mistresse death,
Thou art resolued.

Leon.I am resolude.

Enter Marina with a Basket of flowers.

Mari.No: I will rob Tellus of her weede to strowe thy greene with Flowers, the yellowes, blewes, the purple Violets, and Marigolds, shall as a Carpet hang vpon thy graue, while Sommer dayes doth last: Aye me poore maid, borne in a tempest, when my mother dide, this world to me is as a lasting storme, whirring me from my friends.

Dion.How now Marina, why doe yow keep alone?
How chaunce my daughter is not with you?
Doe not consume your bloud with sorrowing,
Haue you a nurse of me? Lord how your fauours
Changd with this vnprofitable woe:
Come giue me your flowers, ere the sea marre it,
Walke with Leonine, the ayre is quicke there,
And it perces and sharpens the stomacke,
Come, Leonine take her by the arme, walke with her.

Mari. No I pray you, Ile not bereaue you of your seruāt.

Dion.Come, come, I loue the king your father, and your selfe, with more then forreign heart, wee euery day expect him here, when he shall come and find our Paragon to all reports thus blasted,
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage, blame both my Lord and me, that we haue taken no care to your best courses, go I pray you, walke and be chearfull once againe, reserue that excellent complexion, which did steale the eyes of yong and old. Care not for me, I can goe home alone.

Mari.Well, I will goe, but yet I haue no desire too it.

Dion.Come, come, I know tis good for you, walke halfe an houre Leonine, at the least, remember what I haue sed.

Leon.I warrant you Madam.

Dion.Ile leaue you my sweete Ladie, for a while, pray walke softly, doe not heate your bloud, what, I must haue care of you.

Mari.My thanks sweete Madame, Is this wind Westerlie that blowes?

Leon.Southwest.

Mari.When I was borne the wind was North.

Leon.Wast so?

Mari.My father, as nurse ses, did neuer feare, but cryed good sea-men to the saylers, galling his kingly hands haling ropes, and clasping to the Mast, endured a sea that almost burst the decke.

Leon.When was this?

Mari.When I was borne, neuer was waues nor winde more violent, and from the ladder tackle, washes off a canuas clymer, ha ses one, wolt out? and with a dropping industrie they skip from sterne to sterne, the Boatswaine whistles, and the Maister calles and trebles their confusion.

Leon.Come say your prayers.

Mari.What meane you?

Leon.If you require a little space for praier, I graunt it, pray, but bee not tedious, for the Gods are quicke of eare, and I am sworne to do my worke with haste.

Mari.Why will you kill me?

Leon.To satisfie my Ladie.

Mari.Why would shee haue me kild now? as I can remember by my troth, I neuer did her hurt in all my life, I neuer spake bad worde, nor did ill turne to anie liuing creature: Beleeue me law, I neuer killd a Mouse, nor hurt a Fly: I trode vpon a worme against my will, but I wept fort. How haue I offended, wherein my death might yeeld her anie profit, or my life imply her any danger?

Leon.My commission is not to reason of the deed, but doo't.

Mari.You will not doo't for all the world I hope: you are well fauoured, and your lookes foreshew you haue a gentle heart, I saw you latelie when you caught hurt in parting two that fought: good sooth it shewde well in you, do so now, your Ladie seekes my life. Come you betweene, and saue poor mee the weaker.

Leon.I am sworne and will dispatch.

Enter Pirats.

Pirat. 1.Hold villaine.

Pirat. 2.A prize, a prize.

Pirat. 3.Halfe part mates, half part. Come lets haue Exit.her aboord suddenly.

Enter Leonine.

Leon.These rogueing theeues serue the great Pyrate Valdes, and they haue seizd Marina, let her goe, ther's no hope shee will returne, Ile sweare shees dead, and throwne into the Sea, but ile see further: perhappes they will but please themselues vpon her, not carrie her aboord, if shee remaine
Exit.Whome they haue rauisht, must by mee be slaine.

Enter the three Bawdes.

Pander.Boult.

Boult.Sir.

Pander.Searche the market narrowely, Myttelyne is full of gallants, we lost too much much money this mart by beeing too wenchlesse.

Bawd.Wee were neuer so much out of Creatures, we haue but poore three, and they can doe no more then they can doe, and they with continuall action, are euen as good as rotten.

Pander.Therefore lets haue fresh ones whatere we pay for them, if there bee not a conscience to be vsde in euerie trade, wee shall neuer prosper.

Bawd.Thou sayst true, tis not our bringing vp of poore bastards, as I thinke, I haue brought vp some eleuen.

Boult.I to eleuen, and brought them downe again, but shall I searche the market?

Bawde.What else man? the stuffe we haue, a strong winde will blowe it to peeces, they are so pittifully sodden.

Pander.Thou sayst true, ther's two vnwholesome, a conscience, the poore Transiluanian is dead that laye with the little baggadge.

Boult.I, shee quickly poupt him, she made him roast-meate for wormes, but Ile goe searche the market.
Exit. 

Pand.Three or foure thousande Checkins were as prettie a proportion to liue quietly, and so giue ouer.

Bawd.Why, to giue ouer I pray you? Is it a shame to get when wee are olde?

Pand.Oh our credite comes not in like the commoditie, nor the commoditie wages not with the daunger: therefore if in our youthes we could picke vp some prettie estate, t'were not amisse to keepe our doore hatch't, besides the sore tearmes we stand vpon with the gods, wil be strong with vs for giuing ore.

Bawd.Come other sorts offend as well as wee.

Pander.As well as wee. I, and better too, wee offende worse, neither is our profession any trade, It's no calling, but heere comes Boult.

Enter Boult with the Pirates and Marina.

Boult.Come your wayes my maisters, you say shee's a virgin.

Sayler.O Sir, wee doubt it not.

Boult.Master, I haue gone through for this peece you see, if you like her so, if not I haue lost my earnest.

Bawd.Boult has shee anie qualities?

Boult.Shee has a good face, speakes well, and has excellent good cloathes: theres no farther necessitie of qualities can make her be refuz'd

Bawd.What's her price Boult?

Boult.I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.

Pand.Well, follow me my maisters, you shall haue your money presenly, wife take her in, instruct her what she has to doe, that she may not be rawe in her entertainment.

Bawd.Boult, take you the markes of her, the colour of her haire, complexion, height, her age, with warrant of her virginitie, and crie, He that will giue most shal haue her first, such a maydenhead were no cheape thing, if men were as they haue beene: get this done as I command you.

Exit.Boult.Performance shall follow.

Mar.Alacke that Leonine was so slacke, so slow, he should haue strooke, not spoke, or that these Pirates, not enough barbarous, had not oreboord throwne me, for to seeke my mother.

Bawd.Why lament you prettie one?

Mar.That I am prettie.

Bawd.Come, the Gods haue done their part in you.

Mar.I accuse them not.

Bawd.You are light into my hands, where you are like to liue.

Mar.The more my fault, to scape his handes, where I was to die.

Bawd.I, and you shall liue in pleasure.

Mar.No.

Bawd.Yes indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fashions, you shall fare well, you shall haue the difference of all complexions, what doe you stop your eares?

Mar.Are you a woman?

Bawd.What would you haue mee be, and I bee not a woman?

Mar.An honest woman, or not a woman.

Bawd.Marie whip the Gosseling, I thinke I shall haue something to doe with you, come you'r a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would haue you.

Mar.The Gods defend me.

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.Thou sayst true, yfaith, so they must, for your Bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to goe with warrant.

Boult.Faith some doe, and some doe not, but Mistresse if I haue bargaind for the ioynt.

Baud.Thou maist cut a morsell off the spit.

Boult.I may so.

Bawd.Who should denie it?
Come young one, I like the manner of your garments well.

Boult.I by my faith, they shall not be changd yet.

Baud.Boult, spend thou that in the towne: report what a soiourner we haue, youle loose nothing by custome. When Nature framde this peece, shee meant thee a good turne, therefore say what a parragon she is, and thou hast the haruest out of thine owne report.

Boult.I warrant you Mistresse, thunder shall not so awake the beds of Eeles, as my giuing out her beautie stirs vp the lewdly enclined, Ile bring home some to night.

Baud.Come your wayes, follow me.

Mari.If fires be hote, kniues sharpe, or waters deepe,
Vntide I still my virgin knot will keepe.
Diana ayde my purpose.

Baud.What haue we to doe with Diana, pray you will you goe with vs?

Exit.

Enter Cleon, and Dioniza.

Dion.Why ere you foolish, can it be vndone?

Cleon.O Dioniza, such a peece of slaughter,
The Sunne and Moone nere lookt vpon.

Dion.I thinke youle turne a chidle agen.

Cleon.Were I chiefe Lord of all this spacious world, Ide giue it to vndo the deede. O Ladie much lesse in blood then vertue, yet a Princes to equall any single Crowne ath earth-ith Iustice of compare, O villaine, Leonine whom thou hast poisned too, if thou hadst drunke to him tad beene a kindnesse becomming well thy face, what canst thou say when noble Pericles shall demaund his child?

Dion.That shee is dead. Nurses are not the fates to foster it, not euer to preserue, she dide at night, Ile say so, who can crosse it vnlesse you play the impious Innocent, and for an honest attribute, crie out shee dyde by foule play.

Cle.O goe too, well, well, of all the faults beneath the heauens, the Gods doe like this worst.

Dion.Be one of those that thinkes the pettie wrens of Tharsus will flie hence, and open this to Pericles, I do shame to thinke of what a noble straine you are, and of how coward a spirit.

Cle.To such proceeding who euer but his approbation added, though not his prince consent, he did not flow from honourable courses.

Dion.Be it so then, yet none does knowe but you how shee came dead, nor none can knowe Leonine being gone. Shee did disdaine my childe, and stoode betweene her and her fortunes: none woulde looke on her, but cast their gazes on Marianas face, whilest ours was blurted at, and helde a Mawkin not worth the time of day. It pierst me thorow, and though you call my course vnnaturall, you not your childe well louing, yet I finde it greets mee as an enterprize of kindnesse performd to your sole daughter.

Cle.Heauens forgiue it.

Dion.And as for Pericles, what should hee say, wee wept after her hearse, & yet we mourne, her monument is almost finished, & her epitaphs in glittring goldē characters expres a generrall prayse to her, and care in vs at whose expence tis done.

Cle. Thou art like the Harpie,
Which to betray, doest with thine Angells face ceaze with thine Eagles talents.

Dion. Y'are like one that supersticioufly,
Doe sweare too'th Gods, that Winter kills
The Fliies, but yet I know, youle
doe as I aduise.

Gower. Thus time we waste, & long leagues make short,
Saile seas in Cockles, haue and with but fort,
Making to take our imagination,
From bourne to bourne, region to region,
By you being pardoned we commit no crime,
To vse one language, in each seuerall clime,
Where our sceanes seemes to liue,
I doe beseech you
To learne of me who stand with gappes
To teach you.
The stages of our storie Pericles
Is now againe thwarting thy wayward seas,
Attended on by many a Lord and Knight,
To see his daughter all his liues delight.
Old Helicanus goes along behind,
Is left to gouerne it, you beare in mind.
Old Escenet, whom Hellicanus late
Aduancde in time to great and hie estate.
Well sayling ships and bounteous winds
Haue brought
This king to Tharsus, thinke this Pilat thought
So with his sterage, shall your thoughts grone
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone
Like moats and shadowes, see them
Moue a while,
Your eares vnto your eyes Ile reconcile.

Enter Pericles at one doore, with all his trayne, Cleon and Dioniza at the other. Cleon shewes Pericles the tombe, whereat Pericles makes lamentation, puts on sacke-cloth, and in a mighty passion departs.

Gowr.See how beleefe may suffer by fowle showe,
This borrowed passion stands for true olde woe:
And Pericles in sorrowe all deuour'd,
With sighes shot through, and biggest teares ore-showr'd.
Leaues Tharsus, and againe imbarques, hee sweares
Neuer to wash his face, nor cut his hayres:
Hee put on sack-cloth, and to Sea he beares,
A Tempest which his mortall vessell teares.
And yet hee rydes it out, Nowe please you wit:
The Epitaph is for Marina writ, by wicked Dioniza.
The fairest, sweetest, and best lyes heere,
Who withered in her spring of yeare:
She was of Tyrus the Kings daughter,
On whom fowle death hath made this slaughter.
Marina was shee call'd, and at her byrth,
Thetis being prowd, swallowed some part ath' earth:
Therefore the earth fearing to be ore-flowed,
Hath Thetis byrth-childe on the heavens bestowed
Wherefore she does and sweares sheele neuer stint,
Make raging Battery open shores of flint.
No vizor does become blacke villanie,
So well as soft and tender flatterie:
Let Pericles beleeue his daughter's dead,
And beare his courses to be ordered;
By Lady Fortune while our Steare must play,
His daughters woe and heauie welladay.
In her vnholie seruice: Patience then,
Exit.And thinke you now are all in Mittelin.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1. Gent.Did you euer heare the like?

2. Gent.No, nor neuer shall doe in such a place as this, shee beeing once gone.

1.But to haue diuinitie preach't there, did you euer dreame of such a thing?

2.No, no, come, I am for no more bawdie houses, shall's goe heare the Vestalls sing?

Exit.1.Ile doe any thing now that is vertuous, but I am out of the road of rutting for euer.

Enter Bawdes 3.

Pand.Well, I had rather then twice the worth of her shee had nere come heere.

Bawd.Fye, fye, vpon her, shee's able to freeze the god Priapus, and vndoe a whole generation, we must either get her rauished, or be rid of her, when she should doe for Clyents her fitment, and doe mee the kindenesse of our profession, shee has me her quirks, her reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees, that shee would make a Puritan of the deuill, if hee should cheapen a kisse of her.

Boult.Faith I must rauish her, or shee'le disfurnish vs of all our Cauallereea, and make our swearers priests.

Pand.Now the poxe vpon her greene sicknes for mee.

Bawd.Faith ther's no way to be ridde on't but by the way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.

Boult.Wee should haue both Lorde and Lowne, if the peeuish baggadge would but giue way to customers.

Enter Lysimachus.

Lysim.How now, how a douzen of virginities?

Bawd.Now the gods to blesse your Honour.

Boult.I am glad to see your Honour in good health.

Lysim.You may, so t'is the better for you that your resorters stand vpon sound legges, how now? wholsome iniquitie haue you, that a man may deale withall, and defie the Surgion?

Bawd.Wee haue heere one, Sir, if shee would, but there neuer came her like in Meteline.

Li.If shee'd doe the deedes of darknes thou wouldst say.

Bawd.Your Honor knows what t'is to say wel enough.

Li.Well, call forth, call forth.

Boult.For flesh and bloud Sir, white and red, you shall see a rose, and she were a rose indeed, if shee had but.

Li.What prithi?

Boult.O Sir, I can be modest.

Li.That dignifies the renowne of a Bawde, no lesse then it giues a good report to a number to be chaste.

Bawd.Heere comes that which growes to the stalke,
Neuer pluckt yet I can assure you.
Is shee not a faire creature?

Ly.Faith thee would serue after a long voyage at Sea,
Well theres for you, leaue vs.

Bawd.I beseeche your Honor giue me leaue a word,
And Ile haue done presently.

Li.I beseeche you doe.

Bawd.First, I would haue you note, this is an Honorable man.

Mar.I desire to finde him so, that I may worthilie note him.

Bawd.Next hees the Gouernor of this countrey, and a man whom I am bound too.

Ma.If he gouerne the countrey you are bound to him indeed, but how honorable hee is in that, I knowe not.

Bawd.Pray you without anie more virginall fencing, will you vse him kindly? he will lyne your apron with gold.

Ma.What hee will doe gratiously, I will thankfully receiue.

Li.Ha you done?

Bawd.My Lord shees not pac'ste yet, you must take some paines to worke her to your mannage, come wee will leaue his Honor, and her together, goe thy wayes.

Li.Now prittie one, how long haue you beene at this trade?

Ma.What trade Sir?

Li.Why, I cannot name but I shall offend.

Ma.I cannot be offended with my trade, please you to name it.

Li.How long haue you bene of this profession?

Ma.Ere since I can remember.

Li.Did you goe too't so young, were you a gamester at fiue, or at seuen?

Ma.Earlyer too Sir, if now I bee one.

Ly.Why the house you dwell in proclaimes you to be a Creature of sale.

Ma.Doe you knowe this house to be a place of such resort, and will come intoo't? I heare say you're of honourable parts, and are the Gouernour of this place.

Li.Why, hath your principall made knowne vnto you who I am?

Ma.Who is my principall?

Li.Why, your hearbe-woman, she that sets seeds and rootes of shame and iniquitie.
O you have heard something of my power, and so stand aloft for more serious wooing, but I protest to thee prettie one, my authoritie shall not see thee, or else looke friendly vpon thee, come bring me to some priuate place:
Come, come.

Ma.If you were borne to honour, shew it now, if put vpon you, make the iudgement good, that thought you worthie of it.

Li.How's this? how's this? some more, be sage.

Mar.For me that am a maide, though most vngentle Fortune haue plac't mee in this Stie, where since I came, diseases haue beene solde deerer then Phisicke, that the gods would set me free from this vnhalowed place, though they did chaunge mee to the meanest byrd that flyes i'th purer ayre.

Li.I did not thinke thou couldst haue spoke so well, nere dremp't thou could'st, had I brought hither a corrupted minde, thy speeche had altered it, holde, heeres 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.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 women-kinde? Marry come vp my dish of chastitie with rosemary & baies.

Boult.Come mistris, come your way with mee.

Ma.Whither wilt thou haue mee?

Boult.To take from you the Iewell you hold so deere.

Ma.Prithee tell mee one thing first.

Boult.Come now your one thing.

Ma.What canst thou wish thine enemie to be.

Boult.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 sisting of euery rogue, thy eare is lyable, thy foode is euch as hath beene belch't on by infected lungs.

Bo.What wold you haue me do? go to the wars, wold you? wher a man may serue 7.yeers for the losse 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 hetter then this: for what thou professest, a Baboone could he speak, would owne a name too deere, that the gods wold safely deliver 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 vndertake all these to teache. I doubt not but this populous Cittie will yeelde manie schollers.

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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