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. On the sea margent
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.
MARINA. No, I pray you;
I'll not bereave you of your servant.
DIONYZA. 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.
MARINA. Well, I will go;
But yet I have no desire to it.
DIONYZA. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least.
Remember what I have said.
LEONINE. I
warrant you, madam.
DIONYZA. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while.
Pray walk
softly; do not heat your blood.
What! I must have a care of you.
MARINA. My thanks, sweet madam. Exit DIONYZA
Is this wind westerly that blows?
LEONINE. South-west.
MARINA. When I was born the wind was north.
LEONINE. Was't so?
MARINA. My father, as nurse says, did never fear,
But cried 'Good seamen!' to the sailors, galling
His
kingly hands hauling ropes;
And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
That almost burst the deck.
LEONINE. When was this?
MARINA. When I was born.
Never was waves nor wind more violent;
And from the ladder-tackle washes of
A canvas-climber. 'Ha!' says one 'wilt out?'
And with a dropping industry they skip
From stern to stern; the boatswain whistles, and
The master calls, and trebles their confusion.
LEONINE. Come, say your prayers.
MARINA. What mean you?
LEONINE. 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.
MARINA. Why will you kill me?
LEONINE. To satisfy my lady.
MARINA. 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?
LEONINE. My commission
Is not to reason of the deed, but do't.
MARINA. 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.
LEONINE. I am sworn,
And will
dispatch. [Seizes her]
Enter PIRATES
FIRST PIRATE. Hold, villain! [LEONINE runs away]
SECOND PIRATE. A prize! a prize!
THIRD PIRATE. Half part, mates, half part!
Come, let's have her
aboard suddenly.
Exeunt PIRATES With MARINA
Re-enter LEONINE
LEONINE. These roguing
thieves serve the great
pirate Valdes,
And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go;
There's no hope she will 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
SCENE 2.
Mytilene. A brothel
Enter PANDER, BAWD, and BOULT
PANDER. Boult!
BOULT. Sir?
PANDER. Search the market
narrowly. Mytilene is full of gallants.
We lost too much money this mart by being to
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.
PANDER. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay
for them. If there be not a
conscience to be us'd in every
trade, we shall never prosper.
BAWD. Thou say'st true; 'tis not our 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.
PANDER. Thou sayest 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
PANDER. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty
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?
PANDER. 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 o'er.
BAWD. Come, other sorts
offend as well as we.
PANDER. As well as we! Ay, and better too; we
offendworse. Neither is our
profession any trade; it's no calling.
But here comes Boult.
Re-enter BOULT, with the PIRATES and MARINA
BOULT. [To MARINA] Come your ways.-My masters, you
say she's a virgin?
FIRST PIRATE. O, sir, we doubt it not.
BOULT. Master, I have gone through for this piece you see.
If you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest.
BAWD. Boult, has she any qualities?
BOULT. She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent
good clothes; there's no further necessity of qualities can
make her be refus'd.
BAWD. What's her price, Boult?
BOULT. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.
PANDER. Well, follow me, my master; 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, her 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. Exit
MARINA. Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow!
He should have struck, not spoke; or that these
pirates,
Not enough
barbarous, had not o'erboard thrown me
For to seek my mother!
BAWD. Why
lament you, pretty one?
MARINA. That I am pretty.
BAWD. Come, the gods have done their part in you.
MARINA. I
accuse them not.
BAWD. You are light into my hands, where you are like to
live.
MARINA. The more my fault
To scape his hands where I was like to die.
BAWD. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
MARINA. 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?
MARINA. Are you a woman?
BAWD. What would you have me be, an I be not a woman?
MARINA. An honest woman, or not a woman.
BAWD. Marry, whip thee, gosling! I think I shall have
something to do with you. Come, you're a young foolish
sapling, and must be bow'd as I would have you.
MARINA. 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 return'd.
Re-enter BOULT
Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?
BOULT. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I
have drawn her picture with my voice.
BAWD. And I prithee tell me how dost thou find the
inclination 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 wat'red that he went to bed to her very description.
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' th' hams?
BAWD. Who? Monsieur Veroles?
BOULT. Ay, he; 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.