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Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, — Ant. He 'ld sow 't with nettle-seed.
Or docks, or mallows. And were the king on 't, what would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
And women too, but innocent and pure;
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,
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
None, man; all idle.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.
Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
ing 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. 'T was you we laughed at.
Gon. Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so you may continue and laugh at nothing still.
And, do you mark me, sir? Prithee, no more: thou dost talk noth- 170
Ant. What a blow was there given!
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon our of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Enter ARIEL, invisible, playing solemn music
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 except Alon., Seb., and Ant. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I
They are inclined to do so.
Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
We two, my lord,
Thank you. Wondrous heavy. [Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
might, Worthy Sebastian? 0, what
might? - No
And yet methinks I see it in thy face,
What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee,
I do; and surely 210
It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep.
Ant. Thou let'st thy fortune sleep die, rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.
Thou dost snore distinctly;
Do so to ebb
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Prithee, say on: The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter from thee, and a birth indeed Which throes thee much to yield.
When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuaded,
Professes to persuade,
I have no hope
That he 's undrown'd.
O, out of that "no hope"
What great hope have you! no hope that way is 240 Another way so high a hope that even
the king his son's alive,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
Who's the next heir of Naples ?
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from
Then, tell me,
Can have no note, unless the sun were post
The man i' the moon 's too slow till new-born
Be rough and razorable; she that from whom 250
There is some space.
A space whose every cubit