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Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
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.
Seb. His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too.
Ant. What impossible matter will he make
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple. 91
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.
Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. *
*Manner. Ant. That sort was well fished for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar
riage ? Alon. You cram these words into mine ears
against The stomach* of my sense. Would I had never Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, My son is lost and, in my rate, t she too, Who is so far from Italy removed *Inclination. I10 I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee?
I21 *As with oars.
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* 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
loss, That would not bless our Europe with your
Prithee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to and importuned
otherwise By all of us, and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at 130 Which end o' the beam should bow. We have
lost your son, I fear, for ever : Milan and Naples have Moe* widows in them of this business' making Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's your own. Alon.
So is the dear'st o' the loss. Gon. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster. Seb.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation* of this isle, my lord, Ant. He'ld sow't with nettle-seed. *Colonizing.
Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do? Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Gon. l the commonwealth I would by con
traries 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;
*Tillage. 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
duce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, 160 Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison,t all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
God save his majesty!
And, -do you mark me, sir? Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
171 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 laughed 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!
180 Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
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.
*Catching birds with a clap-net by night. 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 anı very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
190 [All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine
eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I
Please you, sir,
We two, my lord,
Thank you. Wondrous heavy.
[ Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Seb.
Why 200 Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself disposed 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
What, art thou waking ?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
I do; and surely
Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die, rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking. Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Well, I am standing water.
Do so: to ebb
Prithee, say on:
I have no hope
0, out of that 'no hope' What great hope have you! no hope that way is Another way so high a hope that even 241 Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,