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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Tom Bishop
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Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)


Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Pandor. Thou sayest 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-
1545meate 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
1550get when wee are olde?
Pand. Oh our credite comes not in like the commo-
ditie, 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 ourdoore hatch't, besides
1555the sore tearmes we stand vpon with the gods, wilbe strong
with vs for giuing ore.
Bawd. Come other sorts offend as well as wee.
Pand. As well as wee. I, and better too, wee offende
worse, neither is our profession any trade, It's no calling,
1560but 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.
1565Boult. 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 ex-
cellent good cloathes: theres no farther necessitie of qua-
1570lities can make her be refuz'd.
Bawd, What's her price Boult?
Boult.