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Seb. Done: the wager?
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.'
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Gon. How lush2 and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, almost beyond credit)
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses ; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water.
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say,
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as (1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (3) Shade of colour.
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.
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.
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 åpple.
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.
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
(1) Degree or quality.
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, she too, Who is so far from Italy remov’d, 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! 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 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.
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
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.
Very well. Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When
you are cloudy. 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 traffic 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 thingsin common nature should produce
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. (1) The rack.
'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Gon.
And, do Alon. Pr'ythée, no more: Thou dost talk no
thing 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
Please you, sir,
We two, my lord,
your rest, And watch your safety. Alon.
Thank you: wondrous heavy. [Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.