SCENE I.
Tharsus.
An open place near the sea-shore.
Enter Dionyza and Leonine.
Dion.
Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it3 note
:
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'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
Thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon,
To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom4 note
,
Enflame note too nicely; nor let pity, which
Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be
A soldier to thy purpose.
Leon.
I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
Dion.
The fitter then the gods above should have her5 note
.
Here she comes weeping for her only mistress.
-- 99 --
Death—thou art resolv'd6 note
?
Leon.
I am resolv'd.
Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers.
Mar.
No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed,
To strew thy grave with flowers7 note
: the yellows, blues,
-- 100 --
The purple violets, and marigolds,
Shall as a chaplet hang upon thy grave,
While summer days do last8 note
. Ah me! poor maid,
Born in a tempest, when my mother dy'd,
This world to me is like a lasting storm9Q1329* note,
Whirring me from my friends9 note
.
Dion.
How now, Marina! why do you keep alone1 note
?
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How chance my daughter is not with you2 note? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing3 note; you have
A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd
With this unprofitable woe! Come, come,
Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea
Mar it* note
. Walk with Leonine; the air's 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.
Dion.
Come, come;
I love the king your father, and yourself,
With more than foreign heart4 note. We every day
Expect him here: when he shall come, and find
Our paragon to all reports5 note
, thus blasted,
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,
Walk, and be chearful once again; reserve
That excellent complexion6 note
which did steal
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The eyes of young and old.9Q1330 Care not for me;
I can go home alone.
Mar.
Well, I will go;
But yet I have no desire to it7 note
.
Dion.
Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the 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:
What! I must have a 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.
Leon.
Was't so?
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 deck8 note.
Leon.
When was this?
Mar.
When I was born.
Never was waves nor wind more violent;
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And from the ladder-tackle washes off9 note
A canvas-climber: ha, says one, wilt out?
And with a dropping industry they skip
From stem to stern1 note
: the boat-swain whistles, and
The master calls, and trebles their confusion2 note
.
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 the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
To do my work with haste.
Mar.
Why, will you kill me3 note
?
-- 104 --
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 against my will,
But I wept for it4 note
. 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 fore-shew
You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately,
When you caught hurt in parting two that fought:
Good sooth, it shew'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,
And will dispatch.
Enter Pirates, whilst she 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.
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Edmond Malone [1780], Supplement to the edition of Shakspeare's plays published in 1778 By Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. In two volumes. Containing additional observations by several of the former commentators: to which are subjoined the genuine poems of the same author, and seven plays that have been ascribed to him; with notes By the editor and others (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10911].
