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. Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. 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, Whirring me from my friends. Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone? How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not * The earth. + Countenance, look. 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; He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; 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? 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, 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? What mean you? For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn Mar. Why, will you kill me? Leon. To satisfy my lady. Mar. Why would she have me kill'd? 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 : Leon. And will despatch. I am sworn, * A ship-boy. |