Pericles

of her weed,
To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues,
The purple violets, and marigolds,
Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave,
While summer-days do last. Ay 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. Dionyza

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’s changed
With this unprofitable woe!
Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.
Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. Come,
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.

Marina

No, I pray you;
I’ll not bereave you of your servant.

Dionyza

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 taken
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.

Marina

Well, I will go;
But yet I have no desire to it.

Dionyza

Come, come, I know ’tis good for you.
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least:
Remember what I have said.

Leonine I warrant you, madam. Dionyza

I’ll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while:
Pray, walk softly, do not heat your blood:
What! I must have a care of you.

Marina

My thanks, sweet madam. Exit Dionyza.
Is this wind westerly that blows?

Leonine South-west. Marina When I was born, the wind was north. Leonine Was’t so? Marina

My father, as nurse said, did never fear,
But cried “Good seaman!” to the sailors, galling
His kingly hands, haling ropes;
And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea
That almost burst the deck.

Leonine When was this? Marina

When I was born:
Never was waves nor wind more violent;
And from the ladder-tackle washes off
A canvas-climber. “Ha!” says one, “wilt out?”
And with a dropping industry they skip
From stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, and
The master calls, and trebles their confusion.

Leonine Come, say your prayers. Marina What mean you? Leonine

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.

Marina Why will you kill me? Leonine To satisfy my lady. Marina

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 any profit,
Or my life imply her any danger?

Leonine

My commission
Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

Marina

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.

Leonine

I am sworn,
And will dispatch. He seizes her.

Enter Pirates. First Pirate Hold, villain! Leonine runs away. Second Pirate A prize! a prize! Third Pirate

Half-part, mates, half-part.
Come, let’s have her aboard suddenly. Exeunt Pirates with Marina.

Re-enter Leonine. Leonine

These roguing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;
And they have seized Marina. Let her go:
There’s no hope she will 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,
Not carry her aboard. If she remain,
Whom they have ravish’d must by me be slain. Exit.

Scene II

Mytilene. A room in a brothel.

	Enter Pandar, Bawd, and Boult.
Pandar	Boult!
Boult	Sir?
Pandar	Search the market narrowly; Mytilene 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.
Pandar	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 sayest true: ’tis not our 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.
Pandar	Thou sayest true; they’re too unwholesome, o’ conscience. The poor Transylvanian 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.
Pandar	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?
Pandar	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, ’twere 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.
Pandar	As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it’s no calling. But here comes Boult.
	Re-enter Boult, with the Pirates and Marina.
Boult	To Marina. Come your ways. My masters, you say she’s a virgin?
First Pirate	O, sir, we doubt it not.
Boult	Master, I have