SCENE I. Tharfus. An open place near the fea-fbore. Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou haft fworn to do it: Even women have caft off, melt thee, but be Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. Here Weeping the comes for her old nurse's death. Thou art refolv'd? Leon. I am refolv'd. Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, While fummer days do laft. Ah me! poor maid, Whirring me from my friends. Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone ? How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not Confume your blood with forrowing you have A nurse A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the fea mar it. Mar. No, I pray you; I'll not bereave you of your fervant. Dion. Come, come; He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; The Mar. Well, I will go; But yet I have no defire to it. Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least ; Remember what I have faid. Leon. I warrant you, madam. Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while; Pray you walk foftly, do not heat your blood: What! I must have a care of you. Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Leon. Was't fo? Mar. My father, as nurfe faid, did never fear, That almost burft the deck, and from the ladder-tackle Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, They skip from stem to ftern: the boatswain whistles, Leon, And when was this? Mar. It was when I was born: Never was waves nor wind more violent. Leon. Come, fay your prayers speedily. What mean you? Leon. If you require a little fpace for prayer, For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn Mar. Leon. To fatisfy my lady. Why, will you kill me? Mar. Why would he have me kill'd? Wherein my death might yield her profit, or Leon. My commiffion Is not to reafon of the deed, but do it. Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. You You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have her aboard fuddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with MARINA. SCENE II. The fame. Re-enter LEONINE. Leon. Thefe roving thieves ferve the great pirate Valdes; And they have feiz'd Marina. Let her go: There's no hope fhe'll return. I'll swear she's dead, Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Not carry her aboard. If the remain, Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. [Exit. SCENE E 4 SCENE III. Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel. Enter PANDER, Bawd, and BOULT. Pand. Boult. Boult. Sir. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of gallants. We loft too much money this mart, by being too wenchlefs. We Bawd. We were never fo much out of creatures. have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten. Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a confcience to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper. Bawd. Thou fay'ft true: 'tis not the bringing up of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up fome eleven Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But fhall I fearch the market? Bard. What elfe, man? The ftuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are fo pitifully fodden. Pand. Thou fay'ft true; they're too unwholesome o'confcience. The poor Tranfilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage. Boult. Ay, the quickly poop'd him; fhe made him roaft-meat for worms :-but I'll go fearch the market. [Exit BOULT. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty proportion to live quietly, and fo give over. Bawd |