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“ Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well " in our return.
“ Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a " paragʻon to their queen.
« Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. :“ Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that Il 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. “ Adr. Carthage ? " Gon. I assure you, Carthage. “ Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp! “ Şeb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. “ Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?
-90 “ 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. Ay? “ Ant. Why, in good time. “ 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. “ Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido..
“ Gor. 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, 110 “ 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;
« he trod the water,
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.
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. Very well.
« Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
“ Seb. Foul weather ?
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 traffick “ Would I admit; no name of magistrate ;
" Letters sliould not be known; riches, poverty, * And use of service, none; contract, succession, « Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: 161 “ No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : “ No oëcupation; all men idle, all,
6. 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 ay 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 ʼmong his subjects ? “ Ant. None, man all-idle; whores, and knaves.
“ Gow.'? Iwould with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age.
“ Seb. 'Save his majesty! ? © " Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
i 80 - Gon. And, do you nrark me, sir?". Alon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou dost talk nothing to
? “ Gori. I do well believe your highess; 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.in “ 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 s nothing still.
191 « Ant. What a blow was there given? “ Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. « Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you
would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would “ continue in it five weeks without changing."
“ Enter Ariel, playing solemn Musick. " Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling., 6. 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? « Ant." Go, sleep, and hear us.
[Gonz, ADR. FRA. &c. sleep. Alon. What, all sa soon asleep! I wish mine eyes: Would, with theniselves, shut up my thoughts: I
Seb. Please you, sir,
Ant. We two, my lord,
[ All sleep but Seb, and ANT.