Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which Leon. I'll do 't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Enter MARINA, with a Basket of Flowers. Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone? Mar. No, I pray you; I'll not bereave you of your servant. Dion. Come, come; I love the king your father, and yourself, 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 hour, Leonine, at the least; Remember what I have said. Leon. I warrant you, madam. Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while; Mar. Thanks, sweet madam. [Exit DION. South-west. Is this wind westerly that blows? Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Was 't so? Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder-tackle Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Leon. And when was this? It was when I was born. Never was waves nor wind more violent. What mean you? For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn Mar. Leon. To satisfy my lady. Why, will you kill me.. Mar. Why would she have me kill'd? But I wept for it. How have I offended, Leon. My commission Mar. You will not do 't for all the world, I hope. When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: Leon. And will despatch. I am sworn, Enter Pirates, whilst MARINA is struggling. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! [LEON. runs away. 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have her aboard suddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with MAR. SCENE II. The same. Re-enter LEONINE. Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate Val des; And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: There's no hope she 'll return. I'll swear she 's dead, And thrown into the sea. But I 'll see further; Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Not carry her aboard. If she remain, Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. [Exit. SCENE III. Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel. Enter PANDAR, Bawd, and BoULT. Pand. Boult. Boult. Sir. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this mart, by being too wenchless. 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 af rotten. Pand. Therefore let 's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not à conscience to be used in every trade, we shall never prosper. Bawd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringing up of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up some ele ven Boult. 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. Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwholesome o' conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage. Boule. Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him roast-meat for worms:-but I'll go search the market. [Exit BOULT. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins wère as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get when we are old? Pand. 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 pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatched. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving over. Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it's no calling-but here comes Boult. Enter the Pirates, and BoULT, dragging in MARINA. Boult. Come your ways. [To MAR.]--My masters, you say she's a virgin? 1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not. Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece, you see if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest, Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities? Boult. She has a good 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? Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces. Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment. [Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Bard. Boult, take you the marks of her; the colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command you. Boult. Performance shall follow. [Exit BOULT. Mar. 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? Mar. That I am pretty. Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you. Mar. I accuse them not. Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are like to live. Mar. The more my fault, To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die. 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. Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you are a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have you. |