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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.
Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach.
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.
Mar. No, pray you;

I'll not bereave you of your servant.

Come,

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 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.

Mar.

Well, I will go;

But yet I've no desire to it.

Dion.

I know 'tis good for you.

Come, come,

Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least:
Remember what I've said.

I warrant you, madam.

Leon.
Dion. 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.

Mar.

My thanks, sweet madam.

[Exit Dionyza.

South-west.

Is this wind westerly that blows?

Leon.
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, haling ropes;

And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
That almost burst the deck.

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
The master calls, and trebles their confusion.
Leon. Come, say your prayers.

Mar. What mean you?

Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, I grant it: pray; but be not tedious, for and I am sworn

The gods are quick of ear,
To do my work with haste.
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:
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 once 'gainst 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?

Leon. My commission

Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

Mar. 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.

Leon.

I am sworn,

Enter Pirates, whilst MARINA is struggling.

[Leonine runs away.

And will dispatch.

First Pirate. Hold, villain!

Sec. Pirate. A prize! a prize!

have her aboard suddenly.

[Exeunt Pirates with Marina.

Re-enter LEONine.

Third Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's

Leon. These roguing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes; 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,

Whom they have ravish'd must by me be slain.

SCENE II. Mytilene. A room in a brothel.

Enter Pander, Bawd, and BoULT.

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[Exit.

Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mytilene 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 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.

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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're 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 hatched. 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.

say she's a virgin?

First Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not.

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My masters, you

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 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. 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, 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.

Mar. Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow!

He should have struck, not spoke; or that these pirates

[Exit.

Not enough barbarous

For to seek my mother!

had not o'erboard thrown me

Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?

Mar. That I am pretty.

Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in

Mar. I accuse them not.

you.

Bawd. You are light into my hands, where you are like to live.

Mar. The more my fault

To scape his hands where I was like to die.

Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.

Mar. 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?

Mar. Are you a woman?

Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a woman?
Mar. 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 bowed as I would have you.

Mar. 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 returned.

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.

Shakespeare. VII.

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