SCENE I.

Tharfus. An open place near the fea-fbore.

Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE.

Dion. Thy oath remember; thou haft fworn to do it:
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
Thou canst not do a thing i'the world fo foon,
To yield thee so much profit. Let not confcience,
Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bofom,
Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which

Even women have caft off, melt thee, but be
A foldier to thy purpose.

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,
To ftrew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues,
The purple violets, and marigolds,

Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,

While fummer days do laft. Ah me! poor maid,
Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
This world to me is like a lafting storm,

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
With this unprofitable woe! Come, come;

Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the fea mar it.
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;

I'll not bereave you of your fervant.

Dion.

Come, come;
I love the king your father, and yourself,
With more than foreign heart. We every day
Expect him here: when he fhall come, and find
Our paragon to all reports, thus blafted,

He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en
No care to your best courfes. Go, I pray you,
Walk, and be cheerful once again; referve
That excellent complexion, which did steal
eyes of young and old. Care not for me;
I can go home alone.

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,
But cry'd, good seamen, to the failors, galling
His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes ;
And, clasping to the maft, endur'd a fea

That almost burft the deck, and from the ladder-tackle
Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! fays one,

Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry,

They skip from stem to ftern: the boatswain whistles,
The mafter calls, and trebles their confufion.

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.
Mar.

What mean you?

Leon. If you require a little fpace for prayer,
I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious,

For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
To do my work with hafte.

Mar.

Leon. To fatisfy my lady.

Why, will you kill me?

Mar. Why would he have me kill'd?
Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
I never did her hurt in all my life;
I never fpake bad word, nor did ill turn
To any living creature: believe me, la,
I never kill'd a moufe, nor hurt a fly:
I trod upon a worm against my will,
But I wept for it. How have I offended,

Wherein my death might yield her profit, or
My life imply her danger?

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
You have a gentle heart. I faw you lately,

When you caught hurt in parting two that fought:
Good footh, it show'd well in you; do fo now:
Your lady feeks my life; come you between,
And fave poor me, the weaker.

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,
And thrown into the fea.-But I'll fee further;

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.

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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