I do commend to your content :
Only I carry winged time
Post on the lame leet of my rhyme ;
Which never could I so convey.
Unless your thoughts went on my way.^-
Dionyza does appear,
Witii Leonine, a murderer. [JBxU.
8CS2^ L — Tharws, An open place near the Seashore.
JEnter DiONYZA and Leokine.
Dion, Tbv oath remember ; thou hast sworn to do it :
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
Thou canst not do a thing i' the world so soon, ,
To ^eld thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom,
Inflame too nicely ; nor let pitjr, which
Even women have oast ofi^ melt thee; but be
A soldier to thv purpose.
Leon, rU dot; but yet she is a goodie creature.
Dion. The fitter then the gods shoula have her. Here
Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death.
Thou art resolved ?
Leon. I am resolved.
* Untwisted. t Needle. t Sings.
i Accomplisbed, perfect. t Prepwed. % Ready.
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JSnier Mabika« wUh a Basket of FUnoen,
Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus* of her weeds,
To strew tl:^ green with flowers : the yellows, blues,
The purple violets, and marigolds,
Shall, as a chaplet, hong upon thy grave,
While summer days do last. Ah me ! poor maid,
Bom in a tempest^ when my mother died.
This world to me is like a lasting storm,
Whirnngme from mv friends.
Dion, How now, Marina ? Why do you keep alone ?
How chance my daughter is not with you ? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing : you have
A nurse of me. Lord ! how your favour 'sf changed
With this unprofitable woe ! Come, come ;
Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea mar it, X
Walk forth with Leonine : the air is quick there,
Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come : —
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.
Mar, No, I pray you;
111 not bereave you of your servant
Dion. Come, come;
I love the king your father, and yourself.
With more tlum foreign heart. We every day
Expect him here : when he shall come and find
Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted.
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage ;
Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en
No care to vour best courses. Go, I pray you.
Walk, and be cheerful once asain ; reserve
That excellent complexion, wnich did steal
The eyes of young and old. Care not for me ;
I can go home alone.
Mar. Well, I will go;
But yet I have no desire to it.
Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.
Walk half an nour, Leonine, at the least ;
Bemember what I have said.
Leon, I warrant you, madam.
Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while ;
Pray you walk sonly, do not heat your blood :
What ! I must have a care of you.
Mar, Thanks, sweet madam.— [^a?»^ Diontza.
Is this wind westerly that Mows P
Leon, South-west.
Mar. When I was bom, the wind was north.
Leon. Was't so P
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear.
But oried, good seamen ! to the sailors, galling
His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes ;
* The earth. t Countenance, look.
t I. e. ere the sea by the coming jn of the tide mar your walk.
D 2
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And, claspine to the mast, eodured a sea
That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder-taokle
Wash'd off a canyas-dimber :* Ma ! says one,
Wilt out ? and, with a dropping industry,
They skip from stem to stem : the boatswain whistles,
The master calls, and trebles th^ oonAision.
Leon. And when was this ?
Mar, It was when I was bom :
Never was waves nor wind more violent
Leon, Gome, say your prayers speedily.
Mar, What mean you P
Leon, If you reouire a little spaoe for prayer,
I grant it : Fray ; but be not tedious,
For the gods «re quick of ear, and I am sworn
To do my work with haste.
Mar, Why will you kill me?
Leon. To satisfy my lady.
Mar. Why would she have me kill'd P
Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
I never did her hurt in all my life :
I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
To any Uvins creature : believe me. la^
I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a ny :
I trod uix>n a worm against my will.
But I wept for it. How have I offiNided.
Wherein mv death might yield her profit^ or
My life imply her danger P
Leon, My commission
Is not to reason of the deed, but do it
Mar, You wiU not do't for all the world, I hope.
You are well-£Eivour'd, and your Io^lb foreshow
You have a gentle heart I saw you lately.
When you caught hurt in parting two that fought :
Good sooth, it snow'd well m you ; do so now :
Your lady seeks my life : come you betwera,
And save poor me, the weaker.
Leon. I am sworn.
And will despatch.
Enter PiBATBS, wMltt Mabika m struggling.
1 Pirate, Hold^ villain ! [Lbonikb rum awap.
2 Pirate, A prize ! a prize !
8 Pirate, Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, lefs have her
aboard suddenly. IBxeunt Pibatbs vnth Mabina,
SCHNS II,'~The Mme.
Se-enter LVJXfTSB,
Leon, These roving thieves serve the great pirate Yaldes;
And they have seized Marina. Let her go :
There's no hope she'll return. Ill swear she's dead^
• Aship-boj.
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And thrown into the sea.— But I'll see fiirther ;
Perhaps they will but pleaM themselves upon her,
Not oarry her aboard. If she remain.
Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. IBxit
SCEKE Ulr-Mitylene, A Boom in a Brothel
Enter PAin>EB, Bawd, and BouLT
Band, Boult.
BouU, Sur.
Band, Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gal-
lants. We lost too much money this mart, by being too wench-
less.
Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. We have
but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do ; and
with continual action are even as good as rotten.
Band. Therefore lefs have fr^h ones, whatever we pay for
them. If there be not a conscienoe to be used in every trade,
we shall never pro«)er.
Bawd. Thou sarst true : 'tis not the bringing up of poor bas-
tards, as I think I have brought up some eleven
BouU. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But
shall I search the market ?
Bawd. What else, man ? The stuff we have, a strong wind
will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.
Band. Thou say'st true ; they are too unwholesome o' con-
scienoe. The poor Transylvanian is dead, that lay with the little
Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him ; she made him roast meat
for worms : but I'U go search the market. [Eadt Boult.
Band. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a pro-
Ix>rtion to Uve quietly, and so give over.
Bawd. Whjr, to give over, I pray you ? Is it a shame to get
when we are old?
Band. O, our credit comes not in like the commodity; nor the
commodity wages not* with the danger; therefore, if in our youths
we could pick up some nrettv estate, 'twere not amiss to keep
our door hatch'd.t Besides the sore terms we stand upon witn
the gods, will be strong \yith us for giving over.
Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as wellas we.
Band. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse.
Neither is our profession any trade ; if s no calling :— but here
comes Boult
Enter the PiBATBS and BoULT, dragging in Mabika.
Boult. Come your ways. \_To Maeina.]— My masters, you
say she's a virgin P
1 Birate. O, Sir, we doubt it not.
Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece,]! you see :
if you like her, so ; if noC I have lost my earnest.
Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities ?
* Is not e^oal to. t J. e. half open. t Bid a hijrh price for her.
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Boult She has a Kood face, speaks well, and has excellent good
clothes ; there's no further necessity of qualities can make her be
refused
Bawd, What* s her price. Boult P
Boult I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.
Pond, "WeiL follow me, my masters; you shall have your
money presently. Wife. 1»ke her in ; instruct her what she has
to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment.*
[Bxeunt Pandeb and PiBATES.
Bavod. Boult, take you the marks of her ; the colour of her
hair, complexion, height^ age, with warrant of her viranity,
and cry. Me that wilt give most, shall have her jvrst. Such a
maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been.
Gtet this done as I command vou.
Boult, Performance shall follow. [Bxit Boult.
KoflT. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow !
(He should have struck, not spoke ;) or that these pirates
(Not enough barbarous) had not overboard
Thrown me, to seek my mother !
Bawd, Why lament you, pretty one ?
Ma/r. That I am pretty.
Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you.
Ka/r, I accuse them not
Bawd, You are Ut into my hands, where you are like to hve.
Ma/r, The more my fault,t
â– ell
To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die.
Bawd. Ay, and you shall Uve in pleasure.
Mar. No.
Bawd, Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlemen of all
fashions. You shall fare well ; you shall have the difference of
all complexions. What! do you stop your ears ?
Mar, Are you a woman ?
Bawd, What would you have me be, an I be not a woman ?
Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman.
Bawd. Marrv, whip thee, gosling : I think I shall have some-
thing to do with you. Come, you are a young foolish sapling,
and must be bowed as I would have you.
Mar. The gods defend me !
Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men
must comfort you, men must feed you, men must stir you up.~
Boult 's returned.
Snter BoULT.
Now, Sir, hast thou cried her through the market ?
BouU. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I
have drawn her picture with my voice.
Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou find the inclina-
tion of the people, especially of the younger sort ?
Boult. 'faith, they listened to me, as they would have heark-
ened to their father's testament. There was a Sj^iard's mouth
BO watered, that he went to bed to her very desOTiption.
* Oreenin her biuine«8. t Misfortune.
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Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his best
ruflF on.
£(mU. To-night, to-night But, mistress, do you know the
French knight that cowers i' the hams ?
Bawd. Who? Monsieur Veroles P
Boult. Ay ; he offered tccut a caper at the proclamation ; but
he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her to-morrow.
Bawd. Well, well : as for him, he brought his disease hither :
here he does but repair it. I know, he will come in our shadow,
to scatter his crowns in the sun.
Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we should
lodge them with this sign.
Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have fortunes com-
ing upon you. Mark me, you must seem to do that fearfully,
which you commit willingly; to despise profit, where you have
most gain. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your
lovers : Seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, and
that opinion a mere* profit.
Mar. I understand you not.
Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these
blushes of hers must be quenched with some present practice.
Bawd. Thou say^st true, i' faith, so they must : for your bride
goes to that with shame, which is ner Way to go with warrant.
BouU. 'Faith, some do, and some do not. But, mistress, if I
have bargained for the joint,
Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit.
BouU. I may so.
Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the
manner of your garments well.
BouU. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet.
Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town i report what a
sojourner we have; jou'll lose nothing by custom. When
nature framed this piece, she meant thee a good turn ; there-
fore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of
thine own report.
BouU. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake
the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly-
inclined, ril bring home some to-night.
Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.
Mar. If fires be hot^ knives sharp, or waters deep.
Untied I still my virgm knot will keep.
IHana, aid my purpose !
Bawd. What have we to do with Diana ?
Pray you, will ygfu go with us ? \_Exeunt.
SCENE IF.—Tharsus. A Boom in Cleon's Souse.
Enter Cleon and Dionyza.
Dion. Why, are you foolish ? Can it be undone ?
Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon !
* Absolute.
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Dion, I think
You'll turn a child again.
Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world,
I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,
Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
To equal any single crown o' the earth,
I' the justice of compare ! O villain Leonine,
Whom thou hast poison'd too !
If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness
Becoming well thy feat :* what canst thou say.
When noble Pericles shall demand his child ?
Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,
To foster it, nor ever to preserve.
She died by night ; I'll say so. Who can cross it P
Unless you play the impious inhocent,t
And for an honest attribute, cry out.
She died hy foul play.
Cle. O, go to. Well, well.
Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst
Dion. Be one of those, that think
The petty wrens of Tharsus wiU fly hence,
And open this to Pericles. I do sname
To think of what a noble strain you are,
And of how cow'd a spirit.
Cle. To such proceeding
Who ever but ms approbation added.
Though not his preconsent, he did not flow
From honourable courses.
Dion. Be it BO then:
Yet none does know, but y;ou, how she came dead.
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
She did distain| my child, and stood between
Her and her fortunes : None would look on her.
But cast their gazes on Marina's face ;
Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin.
Not worth the time of day. § It pierced me thorough ;
And though you call mv course unnatural,
You not your child well loving, yet I find,
It greets me, ij as an enterprise of kindness,
Perform'd to your sole daughter,
Cle. Heavens foraye it !
Dion. And as for Pericles,
What should he say P We wept after her hearse.
And even vet we mourn : her monument
Is almost nnish'4 and her epitaphs
In guttering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care m us
At whose expense 'tis done.
* Le. of a piece with the rest of thy exploit.
I Idiot. t Solly by contrast.
^ A coarse wendi, not worth a * good>monrow.'
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Cle. Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, doth wear an angeVs face,
Seize with an eagle's talons.
IHon. You are like one that sux)erstitioa8ly
Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies ;
But yet I know you'll do as I advise. [Exeunt.
Enter GtowEB, l^fbre the Monument o/Maeina, at Tharsus,
Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;
Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't ;
Making* (to take your imaigination).
From bourn to boum,t region to region.
By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime.
To use one language, in each several clime,
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you,
To learn of me, who stand i' the gap to teach you
The stages of our story. Pericles
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas
(Attended on bv many a lord and knight).
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Old Escanes, whoih HeUcanus late
Advanced in time to great and high estate^
Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
Old HeUcanus f^oeiB along behind.
Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have brought
This king to Tharsus (think his pilot thought ;
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on).
To fetch his daudliter home, who first is gone,
like motes and shadows see them move awhile ;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
Ihimbshow.
Enter at one door, Pbbicles, vjvth his Train; Glbon and
DiOirrzA. at the other. Gleon showe Pebicles the Tomb of
AfABlNA ; whereat Pebicles makes lamentation, puts on
sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then Cleon and
DiOKTZA. retire,
Gow. See how behef may suffer by foul show !
This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe ;
And Pericles, m sorrow all devour*d.
With sighs shot through^ and biggest tears o'ershow'r'd,
Leaves Tharsus, and agam embarkk He swears
Never to wash nis face, nor cut his hairs.
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
A tempest, which his mortal vessel]! tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit §
The epitaph is for Marina writ.
By wioked Dionyza.
IBeads the inscription on Mabika's Monument.
The fairest, sweefst, and best, lies here.
Who withered in her spring of year.
* TteTeUin^. t Boundary. % Body. k To know.
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She wot of Tyrus, the king's daughter.
On whom foul death hath made this slaughter ;
Marina was she calVd ; and at her birth,
Thetis^ being proud, swallowed some part o' the earth :
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o^erjlovfd.
Hath Theti^ birth-child on the heavens bestovfd :
Wherefore she does (and swears she'll never stint) f
Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
No viBor does become black villany,
So well as soft and tender flattery.
Let Pericles believe his daughter 's dead.
And bear his courses to be ordered
By lady Portune ; while our scenes display
Hjs daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy service. Patience then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen. [Exit
SCENH V.—mtylene. A Street before the Brothel.
Enter, from the Brothel, two Gentlembk.
1 Oent. Did you ever hear the Uke ?
2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she
being once gone.
1 ij^ent. But to have divinity preached there ! Did you ever
dream <of such a thing ?
2 Ghnt. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses : shall
we go hear the vestals sing ?
1 Oent. Ill do anything now that is virtuous ; but I am out
of the road of rutting, for ever. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.— The same. A Boom in the Brothel.
Enter Pandeb. Bawd, and BoULT.
Band. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, she had
ne'er come here.
Bawd. Pie, fie upon her ; she is able to freeze the god Priapun,
and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravished,
or be rid of her. When she should do for oUents her fitment,
and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks,
her reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees; that she
would make a puritan of the devH, if he should cheapen a kiss of
her.
Boult. 'Paith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfUmish us of all
our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests.
Band. Now, the pox upon her green sickness for me !
Bawd. 'Paith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by the way to
the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus, disguised.
Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish
baggage would but give way to customers.
Enter Lysihachus.
Lys. How now P How % a dozen of virginities ?
* The sea. f Never cease. X How much.
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Bawd. Now, the gods to4>less your honour !
BauU. I am glad to see your honour in good health.
Ljf8, You may so ; 'tis the better for you that your resorters
stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity? Have
you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon ?
Bawd. "We have here one. Sir, if she would ^but there never
came her like in Mitylene.
Lifs. If she'd do the deed of darkness, thou wouldst say.
Bawd. Tour honour knows what 'tis to say, well enough.
Lya. Well, call forth, call forth.
BouU. For flesh and blood. Sir, white and red, you shall see a
rose ; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but
Xy*. Whatpi^ytheeP
BouU. O, Sir, I can be modest.
Lyg. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives
a good report to a number to be chaste.
Enter Mabika.
Bau>d. Here oomes that which grows to the stalk ; - never
plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not a fair creature ?
Ijy*. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well,
there's for yon; leave us.
Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave : a word, and I'll
have done presently.
Lffs. I beseech you, do.
Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an honourable
man. \_To Mabina, whom she takes aside.
Mar. 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.
Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed ;
but how honourable he is in that, I know not.
Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you
use him kindly ? He will line your apron with gold.
Mar. What he will do graciously, IwiU thankfully receive.
Zifs. Have vou done? .
Bawd. My lord, she^s not paced yet ; you must take some pains
to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour
and her together. [Bxeunt Bawd, Panbeb, and Boult.
iy*. Go thy ways— Now, pretty one, how long have you been
at this trade ?
Mar. What trade, Sir?
Lys. What I cannot name, but I shall ofifend.
Mar, I cannot be offended witii my trade.
Please you to name it.
Lifs. How long have yon been of this profession ?
Mar. Ever since I can remember.
iy#. Did you go to it so young ? were you a gamester • at five,
or at seven ?
Mar. Earlier too. Sir, if now I be one.
Zy#. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims you to be a crea-
ture of sale.
* A wanton.
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Mw, Bo you know this house to be a place of such resort, and
will oome into it ? I hear say, you are of honourable parts, and
are the governor of this place.
Jjya. W hy,hath your principal made known unto you who I am ?
Ma/r. Who is my principal P
Lys. Wh^, your herb woman ; she that sets seeds sind roots t f
shame and miquity. 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.
Jtfiw. If you were bom to honour, show it now ;
If put upon you, make the judgment good
Tmit thought you worthy of it.
Ly*. How's this? hoirs this ?— Some more ;— be sage.
Jfor. For m^
That am a maic^ though most unsentle fortune
Hath placed me here, within this loathsome sty.
Where, since I came, diseases have been sold
Dearer than plursic, - -0 that the good gods
Would set me nree from this unhallow^l place,
Though they did chan^^e me to the meanest bird
That flies i' the purer air !
1/ys, I did not think
Thou couldst have spoke so well ; ne'er dream'd thou couldst.
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
Thy speech had altei]^d it. Hold, here's gold for thee :
Pers^ver still in that dear way thou goest.
And the gods strengthen thee !
Ma/r, The gods preserve you !
iy*. For me be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent : for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewell. Thou art a ^ieoe of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy tnuning hath been noble.—
Hold ; here's more «old for thee, —
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thee of thy goodness ! if thou hear'st from me.
It shall be for thy good.
{As Lysimachus is pvAUng wj^ his purser BOULT ent&i's.
Boult, I beseech your honour, one piece for me.
Lye, Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper ! Your house.
But for this virgin that doth prop it up.
Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away !
iSxit Lysimachus.
Boult How's this P We must take another course with you.
If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the
cheapest country under tne cope,* shall undo a whole household,
let me be gelded like a spaniel Come your ways.
Mar. Whither would you have me ?
B(ndt, I must have your maidenhead taken of^ or the common
♦ Canopy of heavea.
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hangman shall execute it. Come your way. Well have no
more gentlemen driven away. Gome your ways, I say.
Me^enter Bawd.
Bawd. How now, what's the matter ?
BouU, Worse and worse, mistress; she has here ^)oken holy
words to the lord Lysimachus.
Bawd, O abominable !
BouU. She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the
fiioe of the gods.
Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever !
BouU. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a noble-
man, and she sent him away as oold as a snowball ; saying his
prayers too.
Bawd. Boult, take her away : use her at thy pleasure : crack
the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.
BouU. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is,