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BOULT
How’s this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity,
which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall
undo a [120] whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your
ways.
MARINA
Whither would you have me?
BOULT
I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall
execute it. Come your ways. [125] We’ll have no more gentlemen driven
away. Come your ways, I say.
Enter Pander and Bawd.
BAWD
How now, what’s the matter?
BOULT
Worse and worse, mistress. She has here spoken holy words to the Lord
Lysimachus. [130]
BAWD
O, abominable!
BOULT
He makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods.
BAWD
Marry, hang her up for ever!
BOULT
The nobleman would have dealt with her like a [135] nobleman, and she sent
him away as cold as a snowball, saying his prayers too.
BAWD
