You say she's a virgin?

[1. PIRATE.] O, sir, we doubt it not.

BOULT. Master, I have gone through for this piece you see. If you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest.

BAWD. Boult, has she any qualities?

BOULT. She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good clothes; there's no farther necessity of qualities can make her be refus'd.

BAWD. What's her price, Boult?

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

PAND. Well, follow me, my masters, you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in, instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment.

 

[Exeunt Pander and Pirates.]

 

BAWD. Boult, take you the marks of her, the color of her hair, complexion, height, her age, with warrant of her virginity, and cry, »He that will give most shall have her first.« Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command you.

BOULT. Performance shall follow.

 

Exit.

 

MAR.

Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow!

He should have strook, not spoke; or that these pirates,

Not enough barbarous, had not o'erboard thrown me

For to seek my mother!

BAWD.

Why lament you, pretty one?

MAR.

That I am pretty.

BAWD.

Come, the gods have done their part in you.

MAR.

I accuse them not.

BAWD.

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

MAR.

The more my fault

To scape his hands where I was to die.

BAWD. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.

MAR. No.

BAWD. Yes indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fashions. You shall fare well, you shall have the difference of all complexions. What do you stop your ears?

MAR. Are you a woman?

BAWD. What would you have me be, and I be not a woman?

MAR. An honest woman, or not a woman.

BAWD. Marry, whip the gosling, I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you're a young foolish sapling, and must be bow'd as I would have you.

MAR. The gods defend me!

BAWD. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men stir you up. Boult's return'd.

 

[Enter Boult.]

 

Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?

BOULT. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs, I have drawn her picture with my voice.

BAWD. And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort?

BOULT. Faith, they listen'd to me as they would have hearken'd to their father's testament. There was a Spaniard's mouth wat'red, and he went to bed to her very description.

BAWD.