MARINA.
E’er since I can remember.
LYSIMACHUS. Did you go to’t so young? Were you a gamester at five or at seven?
MARINA.
Earlier, too, sir, if now I be one.
LYSIMACHUS.
Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you to be a creature of sale.
MARINA.
Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come into’t? I hear say you are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.
LYSIMACHUS.
Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am?
MARINA.
Who is my principal?
LYSIMACHUS.
Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something of my power, and so stand aloof for more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place: come, come.
MARINA.
If you were born to honour, show it now;
If put upon you, make the judgement good
That thought you worthy of it.
LYSIMACHUS.
How’s this? how’s this? Some more; be sage.