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SCENE I.

Tharsus. An open place near the sea-shore.

Enter Dionyza and Leonine.

Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it:

'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,
Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom,
Inflame 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 should have her.
Here

Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death.
Thou art resolv'd?

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Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus* of her weed, To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows,

blues,

The purple violets, and marigolds,

Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,
While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid,
Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
This world to me is like a lasting storm,

Whirring me from my friends.

Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?

How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's + chang'd
With this unprofitable woe! Come, come;

* The earth.

+ Countenance, look.

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Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea

mar it,

Walk forth with Leonine*; the air is quick there, Piercing, and sharpens well 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 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 ta'en
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 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.

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.

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

* i. e. Ere the sea, by the coming in of the tide, mar your walk.

That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder

tackle

Wash'd off a canvass-climber*: Ha! says one,
Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry,

They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles,

The master calls, and trebles their confusion.

It was when I was born:

Leon. And when was this?
Mar.
Never was waves nor wind more violent.
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily.
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 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 against my will,
But I wept for it. How have I offended,
Wherein my death might yield her profit, or
My life imply her 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.

And will despatch.

I am sworn,

* A ship-boy.

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