And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea

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

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?

Mar. It was when I was born:

Never was waves nor wind more violent.
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily.
Mar. What mean you?

Leon. If you require a little space 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 haste.

Mar. Why will you kill me?

Leon. To satisfy my lady.

Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ?
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 living creature: believe me, la,
I never kill'd a mouse, 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 commission

Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope.
You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow
You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately,

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

Leon. I am sworn,

And will despatch.

Enter PIRATES, whilst MARINA is struggling.

1 Pirate. Hold, villain!

2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!

3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part.

aboard suddenly.

[LEONINE runs away.

Come, let's have her

[Exeunt PIRATES with MARINA.

SCENE II.-The same.

Re-enter LEONINE.

Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;

And they have seized Marina. Let her go:

There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead,

* A ship-boy.

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.

SCENE III-Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel.
Enter PANDER, BAWD, and BOULT

Pand. Boult.
Boult. Sir.

[Exit

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 as rotten.

Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a 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 eleven

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 Transylvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage.

Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him roast meat for worms: but I'll go search the market. [Exit BOULT. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were 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 hatch'd. 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 MARINA.]-My masters, you say she's a virgin?

if

1 Pirate. O, Sir, we doubt it not.

Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece,‡ you see: you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest.

Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities?

*Is not equal to. † I. e. half open.

Bid a high price for her.

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. Weil, 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.

Bawd. 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.

Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow!

[Exit BOULT.

(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,t

To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die.

Bawd. Ay, and you shall live 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. 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.

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.

Enter BOULT.

Now, Sir, hast thou cried her through the market?

I

Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs;

Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou find the inclina

have drawn her picture with my voice.

tion of the people, especially of the younger sort?

Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would have hearkened to their father's testament. There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to bed to her very description.

* Green in her business.

† Misfortune.

Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his best

ruff on.

Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know the French knight that cowers i' the hams?

Bawd. Who? Monsieur Veroles?

Boult. Ay; he offered to cut 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 coming 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 her way to go with warrant. Boult. '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.

Boult. I may so.

Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the manner of your garments well.

Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report.

Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdlyinclined. I'll 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 virgin knot will keep.

Diana, aid my purpose!

Bawd. What have we to do with Diana?

Pray you, will you go with us?

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV-Tharsus. A Room in CLEON'S House.

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.

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?
Unless you play the impious innocent,t
And for an honest attribute, cry out,
She died by 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 will fly hence,
And open this to Pericles. I do shame

To think of what a noble strain you are,
And of how cow'd a spirit.

Cle. To such proceeding

Who ever but his approbation added,
Though not his preconsent, he did not flow
From honourable courses.

Dion. Be it so then:

Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,

Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.

She did distaint 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 my course unnatural,

You not your child well loving, yet I find,

It greets me, as an enterprise of kindness,
Perform'd to your sole daughter.

Cle. Heavens forgive it!

Dion. And as for Pericles,

What should he say? We wept after her hearse,

And even yet we mourn: her monument

Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs

In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whose expense 'tis done.

*I. e. of a piece with the rest of thy exploit.
† Idiot.
Sully by contrast.
§ A coarse wench, not worth a 'good-morrow.'

Pleases me.