Act 3 - Scene 1
Tarsus. An open place near the sea-shore.
Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE
Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do't:
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
Thou canst not
do a thing in the world so soon,
To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
Which is but cold, inflaming
love i' thy bosom,
Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which
Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be
to thy purpose.
I will do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
The fitter, then, the gods should have her. Here
she comes weeping for her only mistress' death.
I am resolved.
Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers
No, I will rob Tellus of her weed,
To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues,
The purple violets,
Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave,
While summer-days do last. Ay me! poor maid,
in a tempest, when my mother died,
This world to me is like a lasting storm,
Whirring me from my friends.
How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
your blood with sorrowing: you have
A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed
With this unprofitable
Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.
Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
And it pierces
and sharpens the stomach. Come,
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.
No, I pray you;
I'll not bereave you of your servant.
I love the king your father, and yourself,
With more than foreign heart. We every day
him here: when he shall come and find
Our paragon to all reports thus blasted,
He will repent the breadth
of his great voyage;
Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken
No care to your best courses. Go, I
Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve
That excellent complexion, which did steal
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.
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