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when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of
Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return..
Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen.
Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! how came that widow in? Widow Dido!
Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it!
Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Adr. Carthage?
Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.
Ant. Why, in good time,
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.
Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
(1) Degree or quality.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,
The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Fran. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
No, no, he's gone.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; That would not bless our Europe with your daugh
But rather lose her to an African;
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd oth-
By all of us; and the fair soul herself
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
you are cloudy.
Foul weather? Very foul. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by contraries
And women too; but innocent and pure:
And yet he would be king on't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.
Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,1 Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foizon,2 all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age.
(1) The rack.
'Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: Thou dost talk nothing to me.
Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.
Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
Ant. What a blow was there given!
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would So, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you: I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?
Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
[All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find,
They are inclined to do so.
It is a comforter.
Please you, sir,
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
Thank you: wondrous heavy.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep.
Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might ?—No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;
My strong imagination sees a crown
I do; and, surely,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.
Thou dost snore distinctly;
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Well; I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Do so: to ebb,
Hereditary sloth instructs me.