His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes;
And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea
That almost burst the deck.

Leo. When was this?

Mar. When I was born:

Never was waves nor wind more violent;
And from the ladder-tackle washes off
A canvas-climber.1 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.

Leo. Come, say your prayers.

Mar.

What mean you?

Leo. 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.

Leo. To satisfy my lady.

Why will you kill me?

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

A ship-boy.

My life imply her danger?

Leo.

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-favor'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.

3 Pi. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's

have her aboard suddenly.

[Exeunt Pirates with Marina.

SCENE II.

The same.

Re-enter LEONINE.

Leo. These roguing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;

And they have seised 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.

[Exit.

SCENE III.

Mitylene. A room in a brothel.

Enter PANDER, BAWD, and BOULT.

Pan. Boult.

Boult. Sir.

Pan. 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 with continual action are even as good as rotten.

Pan. 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 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.

Pan. 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 Boult. Pan. 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?

:

Pan. 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, ther sorts offend as well as we. Pan. 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 PIRATES, and BOULT, dragging in MARINA. Boult. Come your ways. [to Marina.] My masters, you say she's a virgin?

1 Pi. O, sir, we doubt it not.

Boult. Master, I have gone thorough3 for this piece, you see if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest.

Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities?

Is not equal to.
3 Bid a high price.

2 Half-open

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.

Pan. 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 color of her hair, complexion, height, 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 not overboard thrown

me

For to seek my mother!

Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?

Mar. That I am pretty.

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.