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Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When

you are cloudy. Seb.

Foul weather? Ant.

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 Execute all things : for no kind of traffick Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; no use of service, Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Successions; 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.

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,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying ʼmong his subjects?
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,

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7 Tle Rack.

8 Plenty.

And,

me, sir?

To excel the golden age.
Seb.

'Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
Gon.

do
you

mark 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?
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 musick.
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. SEE. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclin’d to do so. Seh,

Please you, sir,

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Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
Ant.

We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
Alon.

Thank you: Wond'rous heavy.

[Alonso sleeps. Exit ARIEL.
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?-0, what might?-No more:-
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;

and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.
Seb.

What, art thou waking? * Ant. Do you not hear me speak ? Seb.

I do; and, surely, It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep. Ant.

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
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.
Seb.

Well; I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb.

Do so: to ebb,
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant.

0,
If
you
but knew, how

you
the

purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth.
Seb.

Prythee, say on :
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.
Ant.

Thus, şir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this (Who shall be of as little memory, When he is earth’d,) hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion only) The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims.

Seb. I have no hope That he's undrown'd. Ant.

0, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Another way so high an hope, that even

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?
Seb.

He's gone.
Ant.

Then, tell me, Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb.

Claribel. Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she, from whom We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours and my discharge. Seb.

What stuff is this? -How say you?
"Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.
Ant.

A
space
whose
every

cubit
Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death
That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse
Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough? of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this

9 A bird of the jack daw kind,

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