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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, | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
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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, | 20 |
| 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? | 25 |
| 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. | 30 |
| 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. | 35 |
| 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, | 40 |
| 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 | 45 |
| 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. | 50 |
| 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: | 55 |
| 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. | 60 |
| 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 | 65 |
| 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 | 70 |
| 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. | 75 |
| 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. | 80 |
| 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. | 85 |
| 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, | 90 |
| 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. | 95 |
| 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, | 100 |
| 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. | 105 |
| 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; | 110 |
| 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, | 115 |
| Whom they have ravish’d must by me be slain. [Exit. | |
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