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Adr. l'he air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
2 in 't.' Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost beyond credit)
Seb. As many vouched rarities are.
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness, and glosses ; being rather new dyed, than stained with salt water.
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, he lies ?
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.
Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
* Shade of green.
Adr. Tunis was never graced 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.
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.2
Seb. He hath raised 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.
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.
| Alluding to the wonders of Amphion's music
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.1
Ι Ant. That sort was well fished for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ? Alon. You cram these words into mine ears
'Would I had never
live: I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride
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 Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd As stooping to relieve him : I not doubt, He came alive to land. Alon.
No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great
That would not bless our Europe with your
" Degree or quality.
But rather lose her to an African;
Pr’ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneeld to, and importuned other.
wise By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh’d, between loathness and obedience, at Which end o' the beam she'd bow.1 We have lost
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
My lord Sebastian,
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
Foul weather ?
1 Whether she should yield to duty or inclination.
Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king of it, what would I do? Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. l' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things : for no kind of traffic Would I admit, no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation; all men idle, all ; And women too; but innocent and
pure : No sovereignty :
Seb. Yet he would be king on 't.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning Gon. All things in common nature should pro
Seb. No marrying ’mong his subjects ?
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
Save his majesty!