Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
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Pericles Prince of Tyre.
¶uer come within my doores, Marrie hang you: shees borne
¶to vndoe vs, will you not goe the way of wemen-kinde?
1925Ma. Whither wilt thou haue mee?
¶Boult. Come now your one thing.
¶ther 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
1935change: Thou art the damned doore-keeper to euery cu-
¶sterell that comes enquiring for his Tib. To the cholerike
¶as hath beene belch't on by infected lungs.
¶Bo. What wold you haue me do? go to the wars, wold you?
¶not money enough in the end to buy him a woodden one?
¶Ma. Doe any thing but this thou doest, emptie olde re-
¶to the common hang-man, anie of these wayes are yet
¶he speak, would owne a name too deere, that the gods wold
¶safely deliuer me from this place: here, heers gold for thee,
¶if that thy master would gaine by me, proclaime that I can
¶not but this populous Cittie will yeelde manie schollers.
Boult.
