Bawd.  Fie,  fie  upon  her ;  she  is  able  to  freeze  the  god  Priapus,
and  undo  a  whole  generation.  AVe  must  either  get  her  ravished,
or  be  rid  of  her.  vVlien  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  disfumish  us  of  all
our  cavaliers,  and  make  all  our  swearers  priests.
Band.  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.  "\A'e  should  have  both  lord  and  lown,  if  the  peevish
baggage  would  but  give  way  to  customers.
Enter  Lysimachus.
Lys.  How  now  ?    How  J  a  dozen  of  virginities  ?
*  The  sea.  t  Never  cease.  I  How  much.
SCENE  VI.  J  PEEICLES,  PEISTCE  OF  TYEE.  43

Baipd.  Now,  the  gods  to-bless  your  honour  !

Boult.  I  am  glad  to  see  your  honour  in  good  health.
Lys.  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  Mitylene.
Lys.  If  she'd  do  the  deed  of  darkness,  thou  wouldst  say.
Bawd.  Your  honour  knows  what  'tis  to  say,  well  enough.
Lys.  Well,  call  forth,  call  forth.
