A nurse of me. Mar. No, I pray you; I'll not bereave you of your fervant. Dion. Come, come; I love the king your father, and yourself, Mar. Well, I will go; But yet I have no defire to it. Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least ; Remember what I have faid. Leon. I warrant you, madam. Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while; Pray you walk foftly, do not heat your blood: What! I must have a care of you. Mar. Thanks, fweet madam. [Exit DIONYZA. South-weft. Is this wind wefterly that blows? Leon. Leon. Was't fo? Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, That almoft burst the deck, and from the ladder-tackle Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! fays one, Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, They skip from ftem to ftern: the boatfwain whistles, Leon. And when was this? It was when I was born: Never was waves nor wind more violent. Mar. What mean you? Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, Mar. Leon. To fatisfy my lady. Why, will you kill me? Mar. Why would he have me kill'd? Wherein my death might yield her profit, or Leon. My commiffion Is not to reafon of the deed, but do it. Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. You You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow When you caught hurt in parting two that fought : 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have her aboard fuddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with MARINA. SCENE II, The fame. Re-enter LEONINE. Leon. Thefe roving thieves ferve the great pirate Valdes; There's no hope fhe'll return. I'll fwear fhe's dead, Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. [Exit. SCENE E 4 최 SCENE III. Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel. Enter PANDER, Bawd, and BOULT. Pand. Boult. Boult. Sir. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of gallants. We loft too much money this mart, by being too wenchlefs. We Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten. Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a confcience to be us'd in every trade, we shall never profper. Bawd. Thou fay'ft 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 fhall I fearch the market? Bawd. What elfe, man? The ftuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are fo pitifully fodden. Pand. Thou fay'st true; they're too unwholesome o'confcience. The poor Tranfilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage. Boult. Ay, the quickly poop'd him; she made him roaft-meat for worms :-but I'll go fearch the market. [Exit BOULT. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty proportion to live quietly, and fo give over. Bawd Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get when we are old? Pand. 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 amifs to keep our door hatch'd. Befides, the fore terms we stand upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving over. Bawd. Come, other forts offend as well as we. Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profeffion any trade; it's no calling:-but here comes Boult. Enter the Pirates, and BOULT dragging in MARINA. Boult. Come your ways. [To MARINA.]-My masters, you fay she's a virgin? 1 Pirate. O fir, we doubt it not. Boult. Mafter, I have gone thorough for this piece, you fee: if you like her, fo; if not, I have loft my earnest. Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities? Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good clothes; there's no further neceffity 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 mafters; you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in; inftruct 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, age, with warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give most, shall have her firft. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were |