79 “ 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.. 100 " Gon. “ 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; upon « 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. 130 Alon. 120 Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. wise son, 140 “ 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 ; 4 « Letters 150 " 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 me. ? “ 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.. 3 66 Gon, « 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." 201 “ 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 find Seb. Please you, sir, Ant. We two, my lord, [ All sleep but Seb, and ANT. Sebe 21 |