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Boult, take her away. Use her at thy pleasure. Crack the glass of her virginity,
and make the rest malleable. [140]
BOULT
An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed.
MARINA
Hark, hark, you gods!
BAWD
She conjures! Away with her! Would she had never come within my doors!
Marry, hang you! She’s born [145] to undo us. Will you not go the way of
womenkind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays!
Exeunt Pander and Bawd.
BOULT
Come, mistress, come your way with me.
MARINA
Whither wilt thou have me? [150]
BOULT
To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.
MARINA
Prithee tell me one thing first.
BOULT
Come now, your one thing.
MARINA
What canst thou wish thine enemy to be?
BOULT
Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather [155] my mistress.
MARINA
