My heart
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.

Is it no more to be your daughter than
To say my mother's name was Thaisa?
Thaisa was my mother, who did end
The minute I began.

First, sir, I pray,
What is your title?

The king my father did in Tarsus leave me;
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do't,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mytilene. But, good ...

You scorn: believe me, 'twere best I did give o'er.

My mother was the daughter of a king;
Who died the minute I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Deliver'd weeping.

Call'd Marina
For I was born at sea.

You said you would believe me;
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
I will end here.

The name
Was given me by one that had some power,
My father, and a king.

Patience, good sir,
Or here I'll cease.

My name is Marina.

Some such thing
I said, and said no more but what my thoughts
Did warrant me was likely.

So indeed I did.

If I should tell my history, it would seem
Like lies disdain'd in the reporting.

Where I am but a stranger: from the deck
You may discern the place.

No, nor of any shores:
Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
No other than I appear.

I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage,
You would not do me violence.

I am a maid,
My lord, that ne'er 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 weigh'd.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was ...

Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.

No, nor look'd on us.

Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided
That none but I and my companion maid
Be suffer'd to come near him.

But amongst honest women.

Prove that I cannot, take me home again,
And prostitute me to the basest groom
That doth frequent your house.

Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty
Old receptacles, or common shores, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman:
Any of these ways are yet better than this;
For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak,
Would own a name too dear. O, that the gods ...

Neither of these are so bad as thou art,
Since they do better thee in their command.
Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend
Of hell would not in reputation change:
Thou art the damned doorkeeper to every
Coistrel that comes inquiring for his Tib;
To ...

What canst thou wish thine enemy to be?

Prithee, tell me one thing first.

Whither wilt thou have me?

Hark, hark, you gods!

Whither would you have me?

The good gods preserve you!

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 than physic,
O, that the gods
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That ...

If you were born to honour, show it now;
If put upon you, make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it.

Who is my principal?

Do you know this house to be a place of such resort,
and will come into 't? I hear say you are of
honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.

Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.

E'er since I can remember.

I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.

What trade, sir?

What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive.

If he govern the country, you are bound to him
indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not.

I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.

If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep,
Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.
Diana, aid my purpose!

I understand you not.

The gods defend me!

An honest woman, or not a woman.

Are you a woman?

No.

The more my fault
To scape his hands where I was like to die.

I accuse them not.