In music, letters; who hath gain'd Which makes her both the heart and place Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk She sung, and made the night-bird mute, This Philoten contends in skill With the dove of Paphos might the crow The pregnant instrument of wrath Tharsus. An open Place near the Sea-shore. Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE. ! [Exit. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do 't: 'T is but a blow, which never shall be known. Thou canst not do a thing i' the world so soon, Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be A soldier 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 She comes weeping for her old nurse's death. Enter MARINA, with a Basket of Flowers. Mar. No, I will rob Tellus of her weed, To strew thy grave with flowers: the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a carpet, hang upon thy grave, While summer days do last. Ah me, poor maid! Whirring me from my friends. Dion. How now, Marina! why do you weep alone? How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have A nurse of me. Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there, Mar. No, I pray you; I'll not bereave you of your servant. Dion. Come, come; I love the king your father, and yourself, He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; But yet I have no desire to it. Dion. Come, come, I know 't is 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. Pray you walk softly, do not heat What! I must have care of you. Mar. Is the wind westerly that blows? your blood: South-west. Leon. Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, Was 't so? But cry'd "good seamen!" to the sailors, galling And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea Leon. When was this? Mar. When I was born: Never were waves nor wind more violent; A canvass-climber. "Ha!" says one, "wilt out?" From stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, and Leon. Come; say your prayers. Mar. Leon. I grant it. What mean you? If you require a little space for prayer, For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn To do my work with haste. Mar. Why will you kill me? Mar. Why would she have me kill'd? I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn 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. When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: Your lady seeks my life; come you between, And save poor me, the weaker. Leon. And will despatch. I am sworn, Enter Pirates, whilst MARINA is struggling. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! [LEONINE runs away. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! 3 Pirate. her aboard suddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with MARINA. SCENE II. Near the Same. Enter LEONINE. Leon. These roguing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes; And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: There's no hope she 'll return. I'll swear she 's dead, 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 they 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. |