Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do 't: And with a dropping industry they skip '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. Enter MARINA, with a Basket of Flowers. To strew thy grave with flowers: the yellows, blues, Shall, as a carpet, hang upon thy grave, While summer days do last. Ah me, poor maid! Dion. How now, Marina! why do you weep alone? I'll not bereave you of your servant. "wilt out?" From stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, and 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. Mar. Why will you kill me? Leon. To satisfy my lady. I trod upon a worm against my will, Leon. My commission Come, come; 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! I love the king your father, and yourself, He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; Mar. Well, I will go; Dion. Come, come, I know 't is good for you.- 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come. let's have her aboard suddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with MARINA. SCENE II.-Near the Same. Enter LEONINE. Leon. These roguing thieves serve the great pirate And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: Whom they have ravish'd must by me be slain. [En Pand. Boult. Boult. Sir. 4 1 Ready. 2 onely mistresse in old copies.green: in old copies. Some editions read: keep. Face. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene 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 they 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. Bawd. Thou say'st true: 't is not the 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 say'st true; they're too unwholesome o' conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage. Boult. Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him roast-meat for worms. But I'll go search the market. Exit BOULT. 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, 't were 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. Pund. As well as we? ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it's no ralling. But here comes Boult. Enter BOULT, and the Pirates with MARINA. Boult. Come your ways. My masters, you say she's z virgin? 1 Pirate. O, sir! we doubt it not. Boult. Master, I have gone thorough 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 farther 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, her 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. [Exit BOULT. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! He should have struck, not spoke; or that these pirates, (Not enough barbarous) had not o'erboard thrown me For to seek my mother! Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one? Mar. That I am pretty. Baud. Come, the gods have done their part in you. Misfortune. 2 Absolute Mar. I accuse them not. Bawd. You are lit 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. 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 are 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 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. Bawd. And I pr'ythee, tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort? Boult. Faith, they listened to me, as they would have hearkened 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' the hams? Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles? Boult. Ay: he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her to-morrow. Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease hither: here he does but repair it. I know, he will come in our shadow, to scatter 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 awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you must seem to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; tc despise profit, where you have most gain. To weep that you live as you do makes pity in your lovers: seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. Mar. I understand you not. Boult. O take her home, mistress. take her home: these blushes of hers must be quenched with some present practice. Bawd. Thou say'st true, i' faith, so they must; 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 bargained for the joint, 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 Cle. Thou art like the harpy what a sojourner we have; you'l. lose nothing by Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? Dion. You'll turn a child again. I think, 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 I' the justice of compare! O villain Leonine! If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, She died at night; I'll say so. Who can cross it, O! go to. Well, well; Do like this worst. Be it so, then; Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, Cle. Dion. And as for Pericles, Heavens forgive it! What should he say? We wept after her hearse, And even yet we mourn: her monument Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs In glittering golden characters express A general praise to her, and care in us Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for 't; By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, This king to Tharsus, (think this pilot thought, Enter PERICLES with his Train, at one door; CLEON Gow. See, how belief may suffer by foul show. The borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er- Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears By wicked Dionyza. "The fairest, sweet st, and best, lies here, At whose expense 't is done. 1 Dyce reads: fact. 2 prince in old copies. Steevens reads: distain. (Sully by contrast.-Dyce.) A low wench. * In folis, 1664 in which the Acts are first marked, Act IV. commences. |