BAWD.
Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never plucked yet, I can assure you.
Re-enter Boult with Marina.
Is she not a fair creature?
LYSIMACHUS.
Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well, there’s for you: leave us.
BAWD.
I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I’ll have done presently.
LYSIMACHUS.
I beseech you, do.
BAWD.
[To Marina.] First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man.
MARINA.
I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.
BAWD.
Next, he’s the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to.
MARINA.
If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not.