Speeches (Lines) for Bawd
in "Pericles"

Total: 43

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

IV,2,1673

We were never so much out of creatures. We have but
poor three, and they can do no more than they can...

2

IV,2,1679

Thou sayest true: 'tis not our bringing up of poor
bastards,—as, I think, I have brought up some eleven—

3

IV,2,1683

What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind
will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.

4

IV,2,1693

Why to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get
when we are old?

5

IV,2,1701

Come, other sorts offend as well as we.

6

IV,2,1711

Boult, has she any qualities?

7

IV,2,1715

What's her price, Boult?

8

IV,2,1722

Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour of her
hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her...

9

IV,2,1734

Why lament you, pretty one?

10

IV,2,1736

Come, the gods have done their part in you.

11

IV,2,1738

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

12

IV,2,1741

Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.

13

IV,2,1743

Yes, indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen of all
fashions: you shall fare well; you shall have the...

14

IV,2,1747

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

15

IV,2,1749

Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I shall have
something to do with you. Come, you're a young...

16

IV,2,1754

If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men
must comfort you, men must feed you, men must stir...

17

IV,2,1761

And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the
inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort?

18

IV,2,1767

We shall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on.

19

IV,2,1770

Who, Monsieur Veroles?

20

IV,2,1774

Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease
hither: here he does but repair it. I know he will...

21

IV,2,1780

[To MARINA] Pray you, come hither awhile. You
have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you must...

22

IV,2,1790

Thou sayest true, i' faith, so they must; for your
bride goes to that with shame which is her way to go...

23

IV,2,1795

Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.

24

IV,2,1797

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

25

IV,2,1800

Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a
sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by custom....

26

IV,2,1808

Come your ways; follow me.

27

IV,2,1812

What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us?

28

IV,6,1949

Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the god
Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must...

29

IV,6,1960

'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the
way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.

30

IV,6,1966

Now, the gods to-bless your honour!

31

IV,6,1972

We have here one, sir, if she would—but there never
came her like in Mytilene.

32

IV,6,1975

Your honour knows what 'tis to say well enough.

33

IV,6,1984

Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never
plucked yet, I can assure you....

34

IV,6,1990

I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and
I'll have done presently.

35

IV,6,1993

[To MARINA] First, I would have you note, this is
an honourable man.

36

IV,6,1996

Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man
whom I am bound to.

37

IV,6,2000

Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will
you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold.

38

IV,6,2004

My lord, she's not paced yet: you must take some
pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will...

39

IV,6,2075

How now! what's the matter?

40

IV,6,2078

O abominable!

41

IV,6,2081

Marry, hang her up for ever!

42

IV,6,2085

Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure:
crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.

43

IV,6,2090

She conjures: away with her! Would she had never
come within my doors! Marry, hang you! She's born...

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