Tarsus. An open Place near the Sea-shore. |
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Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE. |
Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do 't: |
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. |
Thou canst not do a thing i' the world so soon, |
To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, |
Which is but cold, inflaming love i' thy bosom, |
Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which |
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 only mistress' death. |
Thou art resolv'd? |
Leon I am resolv'd. |
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Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers. |
Mar. No, I will rob Tellus of her weed, |
To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues, |
The purple violets, and marigolds, |
Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave, |
While summer days do last. Ay me! poor maid, |
Born in a tempest, when my mother died, |
This world to me is like a lasting 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 |
Consume your blood with sorrowing; you have |
A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd |
With this unprofitable woe. Come, |
Give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it. |
Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there, |
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. Come, |
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. |
Mar. No, I pray you; |
I'll not bereave you of your servant. |
Dion. Come, come; |
I love the king your father, and yourself, |
With more than foreign heart. We every day |
Expect him here; when he shall come and find |
Our paragon to all reports thus blasted, |
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; |
Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken |
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you; |
Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve |
That excellent complexion, which did steal |
The eyes of young and old. Care not for me; |
I can go home alone. |
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 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 your blood: |
What! I must have care of you. |
Mar. My thanks, sweet madam. [Exit DIONYZA. |
Is this wind westerly that blows? |
Leon. South-west. |
Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. |
Leon. Was 't so? |
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, |
But cried 'Good seamen!' to the sailors, galling |
His kingly hands haling ropes; |
And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea |
That almost burst the deck. |
Leon. When was this? |
Mar. When I was born: |
Never were waves nor wind more violent; |
And from the ladder-tackle washes off |
A canvas-climber. 'Ha!' says one, 'wilt out?' |
And with a dropping industry they skip |
From stem to stern; the boatswain whistles, and |
The master calls, and trebles their confusion. |
Leon. Come; say your prayers. |
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 any profit, |
Or my life imply her any danger? |
Leon. My commission |
Is not to reason of the deed, but do 't. |
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 dispatch. |
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Enter Pirates, whilst MARINA is struggling. |
First Pirate. Hold, villain! [LEONINE runs away. |
Sec. Pirate. A prize! a prize! |
Third Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. |
Come, let's have her aboard suddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with MARINA. |
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Re-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, |
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. |
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