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PERICLES PRINCE OF TYRE
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FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Did you ever hear the like?

SECOND GENTLEMAN.
No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once
gone.

FIRST GENTLEMAN.
But to have divinity preached there! did you ever dream of such a
thing?

SECOND GENTLEMAN.
No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses: shall's go hear the
vestals sing?

FIRST GENTLEMAN.
I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road
of rutting for ever.

[Exeunt.]


SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel.

[Enter Pandar, Bawd, and Boult.]

PANDAR.
Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she had ne'er come
here.

BAWD.
Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo
a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, or be rid of
her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the
kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons,
her master reasons, her prayers, her knees; that she would make
a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her.

BOULT.
'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our
cavaliers, and make our swearers priests.

PANDAR.
Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!

BAWD.
'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the way to the pox.
Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.

BOULT.
We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would
but give way to customers.

[Enter Lysimachus.]

LYSIMACHUS.
How now! How a dozen of virginities?

BAWD.
Now, the gods to bless your honour!

BOULT.
I am glad to see your honour in good health.

LYSIMACHUS.
You may so; 'tis the better for you that your resorters stand
upon sound legs. How now! wholesome iniquity have you that a
man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon?

BAWD.
We have here one, sir, if she would -- but there never came her
like in Mytilene.

LYSIMACHUS.
If she'ld do the deed of darkness, thou wouldst say.

BAWD.
Your honour knows what 'tis to say well enough.

LYSIMACHUS.
Well, call forth, call forth.

BOULT.
For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose;
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