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His woful queen leave at Ephess,
mind, Whom our fast growing scene must find At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd In music, letters; who hath gain'd Of education all the grace, Which makes her both the heart and place Of general wonder. But alack! That monster envy, oft the wrack Of earned praise, Marina's life Seeks to take off by treason's knife. And in this kind hath our Cleon One daughter, and a wench full grown, Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid Hight Philoten: and it is said For certain in our story, she Would ever with Marina be: Be't when she weav'd thé sleided silk With fingers, long, small, white as milk; Or when she would with sharp neeld wound The cambric, which she made more sound By hurting it; or when to the lute She sung, and made the night-bird mute, That still records with moan; or when She would with rich and constant pen Vail to her mistress Dian; still This Philoten contends in skill With absolute Marina; so With the dove of Paphos might the crow Vie feathers white. Marina gets All praises, which are paid as debts, And not as given. This so darks lui Philoten all graceful marks, That Cleon's wife, with envy fare, A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
SCENE I.-Tharsus. An open place near the
Enter DJONYZA 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 ihee 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.
Leon. I am resolvd.
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
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
Mar. No, I pray you;
Dion. Come, come;
and old. Care not for me;
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
blood : What! I must have a care of you. Mar. Thanks, sweet madam.
[Exit Dionyza. Is this wind westerly that blows?
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear,
tackle Wash'd off a canvas-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.
Leon. And when was this?
Mar. It was, when I was born:
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily.
Leon. If you require a little space for prayer,
Mar. Why will you kill me?
Mar. Why would she have me killd:
I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
Leon. My commission
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. I am sworn,
Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling.
[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.
SCENE II.-The same.
Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate
Valdes; And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go : There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead, And thrown into the sea.—But I'll see further; Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her,