"1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst wager,
"Would win some words of him.
"Lys. 'Tis well bethought.
She, questionless, with her sweet harmony
And other choice attractions, would allure,
And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
Which now are midway stopp'd:
She, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow maidens, now within
The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's side."Ib.
Note 79.Page 287.
"Lys. Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
If that thy prosperous-artificial feat
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physick shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish."Ib.
Note 80.Page 293.
"Per. Wherefore call'd Marina?
"Mar. Call'd Marina,
For I was born at sea.
