MARINA

No I pray you, I'll not bercau you of your servants ̄ to. Well, I will go, but yet I have no desire too it. My thanks sweet Madame, Is this wind Westerly that blows? When I was born the wind was North. My father, as nu see ses, did never fear, but cried good seamen to the Sailors, galling his kingly hands would ling ropes, and clasping to the Mast, endured a sea that all most burst the deck. When I was born, never was waves nor wind more violent, and from the ladder tackle, washes off a can vas clymer, would ses one, wolt out? and with a dropping in industry they skip from stern to stern, the Boarswaine whistles, and the Ma ster calls and trebles their confusion. What mean you? Why will you kill me? Why would she have me killed now? as I can re member by my troth, I never did her hurt in all my life, I never spoke bade word, nor did ill turn to any living crea ture: Believe me law, I never killed a Mouse, nor hurt a Fly: I trodden upon a worm against my will, but I wept fort. How have I offended, wherein my death might yield her and profit, or my life imply her any danger? You will not doo't for all the world I hope: you are well favoured, and your looks foreshow you have a gentle heart, I saw you lately when you caught hurt in par ting two that fought: good sooth it showed well in you, do so now, your Lady seeks my life Come, you between, and save poor me the weaker. I understand you not. If fires be hight, knives sharp, or waters deep, Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. Diana aid my purpose. I said my Lord, if you did know my parentage, you would not do me violence. No: I will ob TO ll S of her weed to strow thy green w that Flow S, the yellows, blews, the purple Violets, and Marigolds, shall as a Carpet hang upon thy graven, while Summer days does last: Aye me poor maid, born in a tempest, when my mother died, this world to me is a lasting storm, whirring me from my friends. Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow, he should have struck, not spoke or that these Pirates, not enough barbarous, had not oreboord thrown me, for to seek my mother. That I am pretty. I accuse them not. The more my fault, to escape his hands, where I was to die. No. Are you a Woman? And honest woman, or not a woman. The Gods defend me. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily not him. Sir I will use my utmost skill in his re ouerie, pro vided that none but I and my companion maid be suffered to come near him. No nor looked on us. Hail sir, my Lord lend ear. I am a maid, my Lord, that never before invited eyes, but have been gazed on Like a Comet: She speaks my Lord, that may be, hath endured a grief might equal yours, if both were justly wayde, though wayward fortune did malign my state, my derivation was from ancestors, who stood equiuolent with mighty Kings, but time hath rooted out my parentage, and to the world, and augward casualties, bound me in servitude, I will desist, but there is something glows upon my cheek, and whispers in mine ear, go not till he speak. No, nor of any shows, yet I was mortally brought forth, and am no other then I appear. Where I am but a stranger from the deck, you may discern the place. If I should tell my history, it would seem Like lies disdained in the reporting. So indeed I did. Some such thing I said, and said no more, but what my thoughts did warrant me was likely. My name is Marina. Patience good sir: or here I'll cease. That name was given me by one that had some power, my father, and a King. You said you would believe me, but not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here. Called Marina for I was born at sea. My mother was the daughter of a King, who died the minute I was born, as my good Nurse hath oft delivered weeping. You S orne, believe me it best I did give over. The King my father did in Thar us leave me, Till , Did seek to murder me: and having wooed a villain, To attempt it, who having drawn to doo't, A crew of came and rescued me, Brought me to Metaline, But good sir whither will you have me? why do you weep? It may be you think me and imposture, no good faith: I am the worser ughter to King P ricl S, if goo king P ricles be. Frist sir, I pray what is your title? Thou sayest true i'faith, so they must, for your Bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to go with warrant. If he govern the country you are bound to him indeed, but how honourable he is in that, I know not. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive. What trade Sir? I cannot be offended with my trade, please you to name it. Ere since I can remember. Earlier too Sir, if now I be one. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come intoo't? I hear say you're of honou rabble parts, and are the Governor of this place. Who is my principal? If you were born to honour, show it now, if put upon you, make the judgement good, that thought you worthy of it. For me that am a maid, though most ungentle Fortune have placed me in this Sty, where since I came, diseases have been sold dearer then physic, that the gods would set me free from this unhallowed place, though they did change me to the meanest bird that flies that purer air. The good Gods preserve you. would you have me? Hark, hark you Gods. Whither wilt thou have me? Prithee tell me one thing first. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be. Do any thing but this thou dost, empty old re ceptacles, or common-shores of filth, serve by indenture, to the common hangman, any of these ways yet better then this: for what thou professest, a Baboon could he speak, would own a name too deer, that the gods would safely deliver me from this place: here, heers gold for thee, if that thy master would gain by me, proclaim that I can sing, weave, sow, & dance, with other virtues, which I'll keep from boast, and will undertake all these to teach. I doubt not but this populous City will yield many scholars. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, And prostitute me to that basest groom that doth from quent your house. But amongst honest woman. Is it no more to be your daughter, then to say, my mother's name was Thaisa, Thaisa was my mother, who did end the minute I began. My heart leaps to be gone into my mother's bo some. Neither of these are so bade as thou art, since they do better thee in their command, thou holdest a place for which the painedst feende of hell would not in reputation change: Thou art the damned doorkeeper to every c sterell that comes inquiring for his Tib. To the choleric fisting of every rogue, thy care is liable, thy food is such as hath been belched on by infected lungs.