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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 resolvid?

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.

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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, 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.
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.

I am sworn, And will despatch.

* A ship-boy.

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