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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.


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.


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 care of you.


Is the wind westerly that blows ?

Thanks, sweet madam.



Mar. When I was born, the wind was north.

Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear,
But cry'd "good seamen!" to the sailors, galling
His kingly hands hauling ropes;

And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
That almost burst the deck.

Leon. When was this?

Mar. When I was born:

Never were waves nor wind more violent;
And from the ladder-tackle washes off

A canvas-climber.

"Ha!" says one,

Was't so?

"wilt out ?"

And with a dripping industry they skip

From stem to stern': the boatswain whistles, and

The master calls, and trebles their confusion.

Leon. Come; say your prayers.


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.


Leon. To satisfy my lady.

Why will you kill me?

1 From STEM to stern:] In all the old editions it is misprinted, “From stern to stern:" corrected by Malone. We have ventured to substitute "dripping" for dropping of the early impressions: see "The Tempest," A. 1, sc. 1.

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 any danger?


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.


And will dispatch.

I am sworn,

Enter Pirates, whilst MARINA is struggling.

1 Pirate. Hold, villain!

2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!

[LEONINE runs away.

3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have her

aboard suddenly.

[Exeunt Pirates with MARINA.


Near the Same.


Leon. These roguing 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 farther;
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.


2 Scene II.] Probably not in fact a new scene, but Leonine merely returns.


Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel.

Pand. Boult.

Boult. Sir.

Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

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


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: 'tis 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 roastmeat 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. Oh! 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


THEY'RE TOO unwholesome o' conscience.] The old copies read, "there's two unwholesome in conscience."

we stand upon with the gods will be strong with us for giving


Bawd. Come; other sorts offend as well as we.

Pand. 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.

Enter BOULT, and the Pirates with MARINA.

Boult. Come your ways, my masters: you say she's a virgin ?

1 Pirate. Oh, 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 but o'erboard thrown me' For to seek my mother!


Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?

Mar. That I am pretty.

I have gone thorough for this piece,] This is the expression in Wilkins' novel, "in the end went thorow, and bargained to have her." It means that he had completed the agreement as to price, &c., and paid earnest.

5 had BUT o'erboard thrown me] This seems another of the many cases in which the old compositor confounded not and “but:" it is not in the early impressions, but clearly ought to be "but:" Marina wishes that Leonine had struck, or that the pirates had but thrown her overboard. This emendation, if it had been hit upon by any of the commentators, would have saved needless discussion.

Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you.

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. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
Mar. No.

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 cars?

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.

Baud. 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 water'd, that he went to bed to her very description.

The MORE MY FAULT,] It would be better, if we could read "The worse my fate," and it may be a misprint; but we have no authority to amend: it was not Marina's "fault" that she had escaped, but her fate. The Rev. Mr. Dyce blames us for not having added a note in our first edition that "fault" may here be taken to mean misfortune (" Remarks," p. 267), but surely there are already needless notes enough upon Shakespeare without any addition. Gifford's note upon Massinger (ii. p. 98) is too much; and very unfair to Malone, who expressly says, in the passage quoted from "The Merry Wives of Windsor," A. i. sc. 1, that "fault" may there be understood as misfortune. Gifford was seldom better pleased, than when exciting a contemptuous laugh against a predecessor.

7 so watered, THAT he went] "So" and "that" are not in the first edition, but in all others. Nevertheless, the original reading may be right, and it is intelligible: we should prefer it, if we had not ancient authority to the contrary.

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