That Cleon's wife, with envy rare, The pregnant instrument of wrath I do commend to your content: Only I carry winged time Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; Which never could I so convey, Unless your thoughts went on my way. Dionyza does appear, With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. 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, Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. 6 The pregnant instrument of wrath -] Pregnant, in this instance, means prepared, instructed; or perhaps, ready. 7 Prest for this blow.] Prest is ready; prêt, Fr. Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Thou art resolv'd? Leon. I am resolv'd. Enter MARINA, with a Basket of Flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, Shall, as a chaplet +, hang upon thy grave, While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, Whirring me from my friends'. Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone? Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it®. Mar. No, I pray you; I'll not bereave you of your servant. Come ; Dion. Come, come; †"shall as a carpet,”—MALONE. 7 Whirring me from my friends.] Whirring or whirrying, had formerly the same meaning. A bird that flies with a quick motion, accompanied with noise, is said to whirr away. 9 your favour's chang'd —] i. e. countenance, look. ere the sea mar it, &c.] i. e. ere the sea mar your walk upon the shore by the coming in of the tide, walk there with Leonine. We see plainly by the circumstance of the pirates, that Marina, when seized upon, was walking on the sea-shore; and Shakspeare was not likely to reflect that there is little or no tide in the Mediterranean. CHARLemont. "And it pierces and sharpens the stomach."-MALONE. I love the king your father, and yourself, 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. When I was born the wind was north. 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 That almost burst the deck, and from the laddertackle 1 With more than foreign heart.] With the same warmth of affection as if I was his country woman. 2 Our paragon to all reports,] Our fair charge, whose beauty was once equal to all that fame said of it. Wash'd off a canvas-climber': Ha! says one, They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Leon. And when was this? It was when I was born: Never was waves nor wind more violent. Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily+. What mean you? Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, Mar.. Leon. To satisfy my lady. Why, will you kill me? Mar. Why would she have me kill'd? Wherein my death might yield her profit, or 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. 3 Wash'd off a canvas-climber ] A canvas-climber is one who climbs the mast, to furl, or unfurl, the canvas or sails. Mr. Malone concludes Marina's speech at "deck," and places the rest of it at the end of Marina's next speech. Mr. Malone omits speedily. Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now: Leon. And will despatch. I am sworn, Enter Pirates, whilst MARINA is struggling. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! [LEONINE runs away. 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have her aboard suddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with MARINA. SCENE II. The same. Re-enter LEONINE. Leon. These roving 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, Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. [Exit. SCENE III. Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel. Enter Pander, Bawd, and BOULT. Pand. Boult. Boult. Sir. "roguing thieves "-MALONE. |