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Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
Mar. No, I pray you;
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 bave ta'en No care to your best courses. Gn, 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;
Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.
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 a care of you. Mar.
Thanks, sweet madam.-
[E.cit Dionyza. Is this wind westerly that blows? Leon.
South-west. Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Leon.
• Countenance, look.
ti. e. Ere the sea, by the coming in of the tide, mar your walk.
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes; And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder
Leon. And when was this?
It was when I was born: Never was waves nor wind more violent.
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily.
What mean you?
Why, will you kill me?
Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ?
Mar. You will not do't for all the world, i'bope. 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 iö you; do so now:
* A ship-boy.
Your lady seeks my life; come you between,
I am sworn,
Erter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! (Leonine runs away. 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!
3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half.part. Come, let's have her aboard suddenly.
[Exeunt Pirates with Marina.
Leon. These roving thieves serve the great piraté
If she remain,
Mitylene. A room in a brothel.
Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.
Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of galants. We lost too much money this mart, by being too wenchless.
Baud. 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 us'd 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 piti. fully sodden.
Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwhole. some o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian 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, 'ıwere pot amiss to keep our door hatched*. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving
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 ?
1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not.
Boult. Master, I have gone thorough* 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 refused.
Bawd. What's her price, Boult?
Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.
Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall have your money presently. Wite, 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.
* i. e. Half-open.