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Gon. How lush' and lusty the grass looks ! how green!
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 dyed, than stain'd 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.
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. 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 mar
1 Juicy. ? Slight shade of color.
riage 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
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against
Would I had never
Sir, he may live.
No, no; he's gone.
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
1 at: in f. e. 2 She'd : in f.e.
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'd sow 't with neddle-seed. Seb.
Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king on’t, 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; 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 this 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 foisson, all abundance, To feed my innocent people,
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, 1 It is a nation, would I answer Plato, that hath no kinde of traffike, no knowledge of Letters, no intelligence of numbers, no name of magistrate, nor of politike superioritie; no use of service, of riches, or of povertie ; no contracts, no successions, no dividences, no oco cupation but idle ; no respect of kinred, but common, no, apparel but naturall, no manuring of lands, no use of wine.corne, of mettle. The very that import lying, falshood, treason, dissimulations, covetousnes, envie, detraction, and pardon, were never heard of amongst them.--Montaigne, Florio's translation, 1603. 2 Plenty,
To excel the golden age.
'Save his majesty!
And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to
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 above,' invisible, playing solemn music.
Gon. No, 'I warrant you; I will not adventure my
[All sleep but Alon. SEB. and Ant.
Please you, sir,
We two, my lord,
Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy.-[ALON. sleeps."
1 Not in f. e. 2 Exit ARIEL : in f. e.
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. Th' 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,
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
Prythee, say on.