Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well

our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a

ragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that

How in? Widow Dido!

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Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too?

od lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me dy of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage ?

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

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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

xt?

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Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in his

cket, and give it his son for an apple.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea,

ing forth more islands.

Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem ow as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the arriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido..

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"Gon.

"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.

"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
Marry'd 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;

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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 120
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.

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ear, for ever: Milan and Na

ie widows in them of this b

Dan we bring men to comfort

ur own.

don. So is the dearest o' the

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack
And time to speak it in you
When you should bring the pl
"Seb. Very well.

"Ant. And most chirurgeo
"Gon. It is foul weather in
When you are cloudy.
"Seb. Foul weather?
"Ant. Very foul."
Gon. Had I the plantation
"Ant. He'd sow't with net
"Seb. Or docks, or mallo
"Gon. And were the king
"Seb. "Scape being drunk
"Gon. I' the commonwea
"Execute all things: for no
"Would I admit; no name

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss;
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
But rather lose her to an African;

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

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Alon.

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n. Pr'ythee, peace.

. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd other

wise

1 of us; and the fair soul herself

h'd, between lothness and obedience, at

th end the beam should bow. We have lost your

son,

-, for ever: Milan and Naples have

- widows in them of this business' making,

■ we bring men to comfort them; the fault's

- own.

n. So is the dearest o' the loss.

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7. My lord Sebastian,

truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,

time to speak it in you rub the sore,

n you should bring the plaister.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

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

Then you are cloudy.

Seb. Foul weather?

Ant. Very foul."

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on. Had I the plantation of this isle, my lord,Ant. He'd sow't 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

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xecute all things: for no kind of traffick

Jould I admit; no name of magistrate;

"Letters

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"Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,

"Gn. Who, in this kind

"No occupation; all men idle, all,

And use of service, none; contract, succession, "Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: 161 "No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:

anthing to you: so you may

nothing still.

"Ant. What a blow was the

"Seb. An it had not fallen P

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, 170 " 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 'mong his subjects ?

"Ant. None, man all-idle; whores, and knaves. "Goy. Iwould with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age.

"Seb. 'Save his majesty!
"Ant. Long live Gonzalo!".

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Gon. 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...

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"Gon.

"Gen. You are gentlemen would lift the moon out of he continue in it five weeks with

"Enter ARIEL, playing
"Seb. We would so, and th
"Ant. Nay, my good lord,
"Gon. No, I warrant you;
discretion so weakly. Will
"for I am very heavy?
"Ant." Go, sleep, and hea
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Alon. What, all so soon asle
Would, with themselves, shu

find

They are inclin'd to do so.
Seb. Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of
seldom visits sorrow; when
is a comforter.

dnt. We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, whil
And watch your safety.

Alon. Thank you: Wond

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Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am thing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at thing still.

Ant. What a blow was there given?

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

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Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you ould lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would ontinue in it five weeks without changing."

"Enter ARIEL, playing solemn Musick. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, my good lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my _scretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, er I am very heavy?

Ant." Go, sleep, and hear us.

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[GONZ. ADR. FRA. &c. sleep.

lon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes. uld, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I

find

ey are inclin'd to do so.

eb. Please you, sir,

not omit the heavy offer of it :

eldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

= a comforter.

Ent. We two, my lord,

I guard your person, while you take your rest,

I watch your safety.

Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy

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