ACT IV. Enter GOWER. Gow. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre, Now to Marina bend your mind, Which makes her both the heart and place Would ever with Marina be: Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk She sung, and made the night-bird mute, With the dove of Paphos might the crow Lychorida, our nurse, is dead: The pregnant instrument of wrath Prest for this blow. The unborn event I do commend to your content: Only I carry winged time Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; Which never could I so convey Unless your thoughts went on my way. Dionyza does appear, With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. SCENE I.—THARSUS. An open Place near the Sea-shore. 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, Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Leon. I will do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. 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, Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave While summer-days do last. Ay me! poor maid, Whirring me from my friends. Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone? Give me your flowers ere the sea mar them. And it pierces and sharpens the stomach.-Come, I'll not bereave you of your servant. Dion. Come, come; 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 the least: Remember what I have said. I warrant you, madam. Leon. What! I must have a care of you. Mar. [Exit DIONYZA. My thanks, sweet madam.- South-west. Is this wind westerly that blows? Mar. When I was born the wind was north. Was't so? Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, Leon. When was this? Mar. When I was born: Never was 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 Leon. Come, say your prayers. Mar. What mean you? Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn Mar. Why will you kill me? Mar. Why would she have me kill'd? Leon. My commission Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Leon. And will despatch. I am sworn, Enter Pirates whilst MARINA is struggling. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! [LEONINE runs away. 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have her aboard suddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with MARINA. Re-enter LEONINE. Leon. These roving 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 Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Whom they have ravish'd must by me be slain. [Exit. SCENE II.-MITYLENE. A Room in a Brothel. Enter Pander, Bawd, and BOULT. Pand. Boult, Boult. Sir? 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. Bawd. Thou sayest 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. Pand. Thou sayest true; they are too unwholesome, o' conscience. The poor Transylvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage. Boult. Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him roastmeat for worms.-But I'll go search the market. [Exit. 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, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatch'd. Besides, the sore termis we stand upon with the gods will be strong with us for giving over. 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. Re-enter BOULT, with MARINA and the Pirates. Boult. [to MARINA.] Come your ways.-My masters, you say she's a virgin? 1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not. |