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BAWD

(to Marina) Pray you, come hither awhile. You [110] have fortunes coming
upon you. Mark me. You must seem to do that fearfully which you commit
willingly; despise profit where you have most gain. To weep that you live as

ye do makes pity in your lovers. Seldom but that pity begets you a good
opinion, and that opinion a [115] mere profit.

MARINA
I understand you not.

BOULT
O, take her home, mistress, take her home. These blushes of hers must be
quenched with some present practice. [120]

BAWD
Thou sayst true, i’faith, so they must, for your bride goes to that with shame

which is her way to go with warrant.

BOULT

Faith, some do and some do not. But, mistress, if I have bargained for the
joint − [125]

BAWD
Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.

BOULT
I may so.

BAWD
Who should deny it? Come, young one. I like the manner of your garments

well.

BOULT
Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. [130]

BAWD
Boult, spend thou that in the town. Report what a sojourner we have. You’ll