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Enter GOWER. Gow. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre, Welcom'd and settled to his own desire. His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus, Unto Diana there a votaress. Now to Marina bend your mind, Whom our fast growing scene must find At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd In music, letters; who hath gain'd Of education all the grace, Which makes her both the heart and place Of general wonder. But, alack, That monster envy, oft the wrack Of earned praise, Marina's life Seeks to take off by treason's knife. And in this kind hath our Cleon One daughter, and a wench full grown, Even ripe for marriage-rite; this maid Hight Philoten: and it is said For certain in our story, she Would ever with Marina be: Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk With fingers long, small, white as milk; Or when she would with sharp needle wound The cambric, which she made more sound By hurting it; or when to the lute She sung, and made the night-bird mute, That still records with moan; or when She would with rich and constant pen Vail to her mistress Dian; still This Philoten contends in skill With absolute Marina : 80 With the dove of Paphos might the crow Vie feathers white. Marina gets All praises, which are paid as debts, And not as given. This so darks In Philoten all graceful marks That Cleon's wife, with envy rare, A present murderer does prepare For good Marina, that her daughter Might stand peerless by this slaughter. The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
Lychorida, our nurse, is dead :
SCENE I.—THARSUS. An open Place near the Sea-shore.
Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE.
Leon. I will do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
Dion. The fitter, then, the gods should have her.-
I am resolv'd.
Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach.-Come,
Mar. No, I pray you;
Well, I will go;
Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.-
I warrant you, madam.
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 with hauling of the ropes; And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea · That almost burst the deck.
Leon. When was this?
Mar. When I was born:
Leon. Come, say your prayers.
What mean you?
Leon. If you require a little space for prayer,
Why will you kill me?
Mar. Why would she have me kill'd?
Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope.
I am sworn,
Enter 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.
. 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 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 II.—MITYLENE. A Room in a Brothel.
Enter Pander, Bawd, and BOULT.
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 terms 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.