Pericles Prince of Tyre.
good sea-men to the saylers, galling his kingly hands haling ropes, and clasping to the Mast, endured a sea that almost burst the decke.
Leon.When was this?
Mari.When I was borne, neuer was waues nor winde more violent, and from the ladder tackle, washes off a canuas clymer, ha ses one, wolt out? and with a dropping industrie they skip from sterne to sterne, the Boatswaine whistles, and the Maister calles and trebles their confusion.
Leon.Come say your prayers.
Mari.What meane you?
Leon.If you require a little space for praier, I graunt it, pray, but bee not tedious, for the Gods are quicke of eare, and I am sworne to do my worke with haste.
Mari.Why will you kill me?
Leon.To satisfie my Ladie.
Mari.Why would shee haue me kild now? as I can remember by my troth, I neuer did her hurt in all my life, I neuer spake bad worde, nor did ill turne to anie liuing creature: Beleeue me law, I neuer killd a Mouse, nor hurt a Fly: I trode vpon a worme against my will, but I wept fort. How haue I offended, wherein my death might yeeld her anie profit, or my life imply her any danger?
Leon.My commission is not to reason of the deed, but doo't.
Mari.You will not doo't for all the world I hope: you are well fauoured, and your lookes foreshew you haue a gentle heart, I saw you latelie when you caught hurt in parting two that fought: good sooth it shewde well in you, do so now, your Ladie seekes my life. Come you betweene, and saue poor mee the weaker.
Leon.I am sworne and will dispatch.
Enter Pirats.
Pirat. 1.Hold villaine.
Pirat. 2.A prize, a prize.
Pirat. 3.Halfe part mates, half part. Come lets haue
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