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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
Himself with his good arms in lusty strokes
To th' fhore 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 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.

ALON. Pr’ythee, peace.

SEB. You were kneeld to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between lothness and obedience, at Which end the beam should bow. We've lost your son, I fear, for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business' making, Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's your own."

ALON. So is the deareft o'th'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 plaister.
SE B. Very well.
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.'
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir,

When you are cloudy.

SEB. Foul weather ?
ANT. Very foul.
Gon. Had I the plantation of this ise, my lordo
Ant. He'd sow't with nettle-feed.
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'th' commonwealth, I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magiftrate;
Letters should not be known; wealth, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, fucceffion,
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 fov’reignty.

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 foyzon, all abundance
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
ANT. None, man; all idle; whores and koaves,

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, Sir,
T'excel the golden age.

to

SEB. Save his majesty!
ANT. Long live Gonzalo!
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 fuch 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 you:

so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. Ant. What a blow was there given? SEB. An it had not fallen fat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of bťave metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere; if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel, playing folemn 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 discretion so weakly; will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy.

Art. Go, Neep, and hear us.

Alon. What, all so soon afleep; I wish mine eyes would with themselves that up my thoughts: I find they are inclin'd to do so.

SEB. Please you, Sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits forrow, when it doth,
It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest,

-no more.

Ånd watch your safety.
Alon. Thank you: wond'rous heavy-

(All sleep but Seb, and Ant.
SEB, What a strange drowsiness pollefses them?
Ant. It is the quality o'th' climate.

SEB. Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself dispos’d to Deep.

Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
They fell together all as by consent,
They dropt as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian. - -0, what might
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee, and
My strong imagination fees 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 didit say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With
eyes
wide

open: standing, speaking, moving ;
And
yet

fo fast asleep.
ANT. Noble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune seep; die rather : wink'st,
Whilst 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,

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

SEB. Do fo: to ebb
Hereditary floth instructs me.

ANT, O!
If

you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whilst 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 floch.

Seb. Pr'ythee, 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, Sir:
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
Professes to persuade the king, his son's alive;
"Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd.
As he, that feeps here, swims.

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

ANT. O, 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

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