Pericles, Prince of Tyre Act 4 Scene 6 William Shakespeare

SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel.

Enter Pandar, Bawd, and BOULT
Pandar
Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she
had ne'er come here.

Bawd
Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the god
Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must
either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she
should do for clients 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 devil,
if he should cheapen a kiss of her.

BOULT
'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us
of all our cavaliers, and make our swearers priests.

Pandar
Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!

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