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Enter Dionyza and Leonine.
do it: ..
Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
Leon. . . I am resolv’d.
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'st chang'd With this unprofitable woe! Come, come; * The earth.
+ Countenance, look.
Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea
Mar. No, I pray you;
Come, come ;
Well, I will go ;.
Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.
: I warrant you, madam.
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, war 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.
Leon. And when was this? Mar.
It was when I was born: Never was waves nor wind more violent.
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily.
What mean you?
Why, will you kill me? Leon. To satisfy my lady.
Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ?
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, And will despatch.
* A ship-boy.