Enter Leonine. Leon. These roguing Thieves serve the great Pirate Valdes, And they have seized Marina, let her go, There's no hope the will return: I'll swear she's dead, And thrown into the Sea; But I'll fee further. Perhaps they still but please themselves upon her, Not carry her aboard, if the remain, Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be flain. Enter Pander, Boult and Bawd. Pand. Boult. [Exit. Pand. Search the Market narrowly, Metalline is full of Gallants, we loft too much Mony 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 what e'er we pay for them, if there be not a Confcience to be us'd in every Trade, we shall never profper. Bawd. Thou say'st true, 'tis not our bringing up of poor Bastards, as I thick, I brought fome eleven. Boult. I too eleven, and brought them down again, But shall I fearch the Market? Bawd. What else, Man? The Stuff we have, a strong Wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully fodden. Pand. Thou say'st true, there's two unwholsome in Conscience, the poor Transilvanian is dead that lay with the little Baggage. Boult. Ay, she quickly poup'd him, the made him RoaftMeat for Worms, but I'll go search the Market. [Exit. Pand. Three or four thousand Chickens 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. Oh 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 fome pretty Eftare, 'twere not amiss to keep our Door hatch'd; besides the fore terms we stand upon with the Gods, will be strong with us for giving o'er. Bawd. Bawd. Come, other forts 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 Boult with Pirates, and Marina. Boult. Come your ways, my Masters, you say she's a Virgin? Pirat. O Sir, we doubt it not. Boult. Master, I have gone through for this Piece you fee, if you like her, fo; if not, I have lost my Earnest. Bawd. Boult, has the any Qualities? Boult. She has a good Face, speaks well, and hath excellent good Cloaths: There's no farther neceffity 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 Mony presently: Wife, take her in, instruct her what the has to do, that the may not be raw in her Entertainment. 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 Maiden-head were no cheap thing; if Men were as they have been: Get this done as I command you. Boult. Performance hall follow. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so flow: He should have struck, not spoke; Or that these Pirates, not enough barbarous, [Exit. Had o'er-board thrown me, for to feek my Mother. Bawd. Why weep you, pretty one? Mar. That I am pretty. Bawd. Come, the Gods have done their part in you. Mar. I accuse them not. Bawd. You are light into my Hands, where you are like to live. Mar. The more's my Fault to 'scape his Hands, Where I was like to dye. Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in Pleasure. Mar. No. Bawd. Bawd. Yes indeed shall you, and taste Gentlemen of all Fashions. You shall fare well; you shall have the difference of all Complexions: what de'ye stop your Ears? Mar. Are you a Woman? Bawd. What would you have me to be, if I be not a Woman? Mar. An honest Woman, or not a Woman. Bawd. Marry whip thee, Gosling: I think I shall have fomething to do with you. Come, y'are a young foolish Sapling, and must be bowed as I would have ye. Mar. The Gods defend me. Bawd. If it please the Gods defend you by Men, then Men must comfort you, Men must feed you, Men must ftir you up: Boult's return'd. Enter Boult. Now, Sir, haft thou cry'd her through the Market? Boult. I have cry'd her almost to the number of her Hairs, I have drawn her Picture with my Voice. Bawd. And prithee tell me, how dost thou find the Inclination of the People, especially of the younger fort? Boult. Faith they listned to me, as they would have hearkned to their Father's Testament. There was a Spaniard's Mouth so watered, that he went to Bed to her very Description. Bawd. We shall have him here to Morrow with his best Ruff on. Boult. To Night, to Night. But, Mistress, do you know the French Knight that cowers i'th' Hams? Bawd. Who, Monfieur Verollus? Boult. Ay, he offered to cut a Caper at the Proclamation, but he made a Groan at it, and swore he would fee her to Morrow. Bawd. Well, well, as for him, he brought his Disease hither, here he doth but repair it, I know he will come in our Shadow, to scarter his Crowns in the Sun. Boult. Well, if we had of every Nation a Traveller, we should lodge them with this Sign. Bawd. Pray you, come hither a while, you have Fortunes coming upon you, mark me, you must seem to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly, despise Profit, where you have most Gain; to weep that you live as you do, do, makes pity in your Lovers seldom, but that pity begets you a good Opinion, and that Opinion a meer profit. Mar. I understand you not. Boult. O take her home, Mistress, take her home, these Blushes of hers must be quencht with some present Practice. Bawd. Thou sayest true i'faith, so they muft, for your Bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to go with warrant. Boult. Faith some do, and some do not; but Mistress, if I have bargain'd for the Joynt. Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the Spit. Bawd. Who should deny it ? Come young one, I like the manner of your Garments well. Boult. Ay, by my Faith, they shall not be changed yet. Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the Town, report weat a Sojourner we have, you'll lose nothing by Custom. When Nature fram'd this Piece, the meant thee a good Turn, therefore say what a Paragon she is, and thou hast the Har vest out of thine own Report. Boult. I warrant you Mistress, Thunder shall not so awake the Beds of Eels, as my giving out of her Beauty stirs up the Lewdly enclined, I'll bring home some to Night. Bawd. Come your ways, follow me. Mar. If Fires be hot, Knives sharp, or Waters deep, Unty'd I still my Virgin-knot will keep. Diana, aid my purpose. Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? pray you go with us. Enter Cleon and Dionyfia. Dion. Why are you foolish, can it be undone? Dion. I think you'll turn a Child again. [Exeunte Cle. Were I chief Lord of all this spacious World, I'd give it to undo the deed. O Lady, much less in Blood than Virtue, yet a Princess to equal any fingle Crown of the Earth, in the justice of compare: O Villain, Leonine, whom thou haft poisoned too, if thou had'st drunk to him, it had been a kindness becoming well thy Face; what can'st thou fay, when Noble Pericles shall demand his Child ? VOL. VI. 1 Dian. That she is dead. Nurses are not the Fates to fofter it, nor ever to preserve; the dy'd at Night, I'll fay so, who can cross it, unless you play the Innocent? and for an honest Attribute, cry out, the cy'd by foul Play. Cle. O go to, well, well, of all the Faults beneath the Heav'ns, the Gods do like this worst. Dion. Be one of those that thinks the pretty Wrens of Tharfus will fly hence, and open this to Pericles; I do shame to think of what a noble Strain you are, and of how coward a Spirit. Cle. To fuch proceeding, who ever but his Approbation added, though not his whole Confent, he did not flow from honourable Courses. Dion. Be it fo then, yet none doth know but you how she came dead, nor none can know, Leonine being gone. She did disdain my Child, and stood between her and her Fortunes: None would look on her, but cast their Gazes on Marina's Face, whilst ours was blurred at, and held a Mawkin, not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorow, and though you call my Course unnatural, you not your Child well loving, yet I find it greets me as an enterprize of Kindness perform'd to your sole Daughter. Cle. Heav'ns forgive it. Dion. And as for Pericles, what should he say? We wept after her Hearse, and yet we mourn: Her Monument almost finished, and her Epitaph In glittering golden Characters, express A general Praise to her, and Care in us, At whose Expence 'tis done. Cle. Thou art like the Harpie, Which to betray, doft with thy Angel's Face, Seize with thine Eagle's Talons. Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously Doth swear to th'Gods, that Winter kills the Flies, But yet I know, you'll do as I advise. [Exeunt. ACT |