Page 206 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

BAWD

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

MARINA
The more my fault [70]
To ’scape his hands where I was like to die.

BAWD
Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.

MARINA
No.

BAWD

Yes, indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fashions. You shall fare
well. You shall have the [75] difference of all complexions. What, do you stop
your ears?

MARINA
Are you a woman?

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

MARINA
An honest woman, or not a woman. [80]

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 bowed as I would have you.

MARINA
The gods defend me!

BAWD
If it please the gods to defend you by men, then [85] men must comfort you,
men must feed you, men stir you up. Boult’s returned.