That would not blefs our Europe with your daughter,

But rather lofe her to an African ;.

Where the, at leaft, is banifh'd from your eye,
Who hath caufe to wet the grief on't.

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair foul herself

Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at

Which end the beam fhould bow. We have loft your fon,
I fear, forever: Milan and Naples have

More widows in them of this bufinefs' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them; the fault's
Your own.

Alon. So is the deareft o' the lofs.

Gon. My lord Sebaftian,

The truth you speak doth lack fome gentleness,

And time to speak it in: you rub the fore

When you should bring the plaister.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And moft chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good fir,

When you are cloudy.

Seb. Foul weather!

Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I the plantation of this ifle, my lord-
Ant. He'd fow't with nettle-feed.

Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

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 traffic
Would I admit; no name of magiftrate;
Letters fhould not be known; riches, poverty,
And ufe of fervice 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 fovereignty.

Seb. And yet he would be king on't.[8]

[8] All this dialogue is a fine fatire on the Utopian treatifes of gov ernment, and the impracticable, inconsistent schemes therein recommended.

JOHNS.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature fhould produce Without fweat or endeavour: treafon, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature fhould bring forth, Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his fubjects?

Ant. None, man: all idle; whores and knaves, Gon. I would with fuch perfection govern, fir, To excel the golden age.

Seb. 'Save his majefty!

Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

Gon. And do you mark me, fir ?

Alon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou doft talk nothing to

me.

Gon. I do well believe your highnefs; and did it to minifter occafion to these gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible 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: fo you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. 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, invifible, playing folemn Mufic. Seb. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, my good lord, be not angry.

Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my difcretion fo weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go, fleep, and hear us.

All fleep but ALON. SEB. and ANT. Alon. What, all fo foon afleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themfelves, fhut up my thoughts: Í find They are inclin❜d to do fo.

Seb. Pleafe you, fir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,

It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,

Will guard your perfon, while you take your reft, And watch your fafety.

Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy.

[ALON. Aleeps. Exit ARIEL. Seb. What a ftrange drowfinefs poffeffes them. Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

Seb. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not
Myfelf difpos'd to fleep.

Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.

They fell together all, as by confent ;

They dropp'd as by a thunder-ftroke. What might, Worthy Sebaftian ?—O, what might ?—No more :And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face

What thou should'st be the occafion speaks thee; and My ftrong imagination fees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What! art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me fpeak?

Seb. I do; and furely

It is a fleepy language: and thou fpeak'ft

Out of thy fleep: What is it thou didst fay?
This is a strange repose, to be afleep

With eyes wide open; ftanding, speaking, moving;
And yet fo faft asleep.

Ant. Noble Sebaftian,

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep-die rather: wink't Whiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou doft fnore diftinctly;

There's meaning in thy fnores.

Ant. I am more ferious than my custom: you

Muft be fo too, if heed me; which to do

Trebles thee o'er.

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

Seb. Do fo; to ebb,

Hereditary floth inftructs me.

Ant. O,

If you but knew how you the purpose cherish,
Whilft thus you mock it! how in stripping it,
You more inveft it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often, do fo near the bottom run,
By their own fear or floth.

Seb. Pr'ythee, fay on :

The fetting of thine eye and check proclaim
A matter from thee: and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. Thus, fir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
(Who fhall be of as little memory,

When he is earth'd) hath here almoft perfuaded
(For he's a fpirit of perfuafion, only
Profeffes to perfuade) the king, his fon's alive;
'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd,
As he, that fleeps here, fwims.

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 fo high an hope, that even

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

But doubts difcovery there. Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then, tell me,

Who's the next heir of Naples ?

Seb. Claribel.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; the that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples Can have no note, unless the fun were poft, (The man i'the moon's too flow) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom

We were all fea-swallow'd, though fome caft again; And, by that deftiny, to perform an act,

Whereof what's paft is prologue; what to come, In yours, and my discharge.

Seb. What ftuff is this? how fay you ?

"Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis, So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is fome space.

Ant. A space, whofe ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Meafure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebaftian wake. Say, this were death

That now hath feiz'd them, why, they were no worse
Than now they are: there be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he that fleeps; lords that can prate
VOL. I.

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As amply, and unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a fleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks I do.

Ant. And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
Seb. I remember

You did fupplant your brother Profpero.
Ant. True:

And, look, how well my garments fit upon me;
Much feater than before: My brother's fervants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your confcience-

Ant. Ay, fir; where lies that? If it were a kybe,
"Twould put me to my flipper: But I feel not
This deity in my bofom. Twenty confciences,
That ftand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they,
And melt, ere they moleft! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
Whom I with this obedient fteel, three inches of it,
Can lay to-bed forever: while you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morfel, this fir prudence, who
Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft,
They'll take fuggeftion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We fay befits the hour.

Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent: As thou got'ft Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'ft;
And I the king fhall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:

And when I rear my hand, do you the like

To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word

[They converfe apart.

Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, with Mufic and Song.

Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger, That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth