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Gon. Sir!..

Seb. One: Tell!

Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind, that's offer'd, 16 Comes to th'entertainer

Seb. A dollor!

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Gon. 'Dolour' comes to him indeed! you haue spoken truer then you purpos'd.

Seb. You haue taken it wifelier then I meant
Gon. Therefore, my Lord . . .

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Ant. Fie! what a fpend-thrift is he of his tongue!
Alon. I pre-thee, spare!

Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet, .

Seb. He will be talking!

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Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, (for a good wager,) first

begins to crow?

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Seb. [laughing] Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So you've paid.

Adr. Vninhabitable, and almoft inacceffible
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Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miffe't!

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Adr. It muft needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. I, and a fubtle, as he most learnedly deliuer'd.

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Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here moft sweetly.

Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.

Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.

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Ant. True! faue meanes to liue!

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. How lush and lufty the graffe lookes! How greene!

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Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.
Seb. With an eye of greene in't.

Ant. He miffes not much.

Seb. No! he doth but mistake the truth totally!

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Gon. But the rariety of it is, (which is indeed almost beyond credit).

Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.

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Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshneffe and gloffes, being rather new dy'de, then ftain'd with falte water. 61 Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would it not fay he lyes?

Seb. I! or very falfely pocket vp his report.

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Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Affricke, at the marriage of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

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Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we profper well in our

returne.

Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Paragon to their Queene!

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Gon. Not fince widdow Dido's time.

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Ant. 'Widow'! A pox o'that! how came that 'Widdow' in? Widdow Dido'!

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Seb. What if he had faid 'Widdower Æneas' too? Good Lord! how you take it!

Adri. 'Widdow Dido,' faid you? You make me study of that She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

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Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Carthage.

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Gon. I affure you, Carthage.'

Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe!
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.

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Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next?

Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his pocket, and giue it his fonne for an Apple.

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Ant. And fowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring forth more Islands.

Gon. I.

Ant. Why, in good time.

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Gon. [to ALON.] Sir, we were talking, that our garments

seeme now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage

of your daughter, who is now Queene.

Ant. And the rareft that ere came there.

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Seb. Bate (I beseech you,) widdow Dido.'

Ant. O'Widdow Dido'! I, 'Widdow Dido'!

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Gon. Is not, Sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I meane in a fort.

(Ant. That 'fort' was well fifh'd for !)

Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.
Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, against
The ftomacke of my fenfe. Would I had neuer
Married my daughter there! For, comming thence,
My fonne is loft, and (in my rate) she too,
Who is fo farre from Italy remoued,

I ne're againe shall fee her! O thou mine heire
Of Naples and of Millaine, what strange fish
Hath made his meale on thee?

Fran.

Sir! he may

liue :

I saw him beate the furges vnder him,
And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water,
Whofe enmity he flung afide, and brested

The furge moft fwolne that met him: his bold head,
'Boue the contentious waues he kept, and oared
Himselfe with his good armes, in lufty stroke,

To th'fhore; that ore his waue-worne bafis bowed,
As ftooping to releeue him: I not doubt

He came aliue to Land.

Alon.

No, no! hee's gone!

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Seb. Sir! you may thank your felfe for this great loffe, 118 That would not bleffe our Europe with your daughter,

But rather loose her to an African,

Where the (at least) is banish'd from your eye,

Who hath caufe to wet the greefe on't.

Alon.

Pre-thee, peace! 122

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Seb. You were kneel'd to, & impórtun'd otherwise, By all of vs; and the faire foule her felfe

Waigh'd, betweene loathneffe, and obedience, at

Which end o'th'beame fh'ould bow. We haue loft your fon,

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126. sh'ould = she would. should F.

I feare, for euer! Millaine and Naples haue
Mo widdowes in them of this bufineffe making,
Then we bring men to comfort them:

The fault's your owne!

Alon.

So is the deer'ft oth'loffe!

Gon. My Lord Sebaftian,

The truth you speake, doth lacke fome gentleneffe,

And time to speake it in: you rub the fore,

When you should bring the plaister.

Seb. Very well!

Ant. And most Chirurgeonly!

Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,

When you are cloudy.

Seb.

Ant.

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'Fowle weather'?

Very 'foule '!

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Gon. Had I plantation of this Ifle, my Lord.
(Ant. Hee'd fow't vvith Neetle-feed.
Seb.
Gon. And were the King on't, what vvould I do?
(Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine!)
Gon. I'th Commonwealth I vvould (by contraries)
Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke
Would I admit; No name of Magiftrate:
Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
And vse of feruice, none: Contract, Succefsion,
Borne,1 bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none :
No vfe of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:
No occupation, all men idle, all:

And Women too, but innocent and pure:

No Soueraignty

(Seb.

Yet he vvould be King on't!

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Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets the beginning.)

Gon. All things in common, Nature should produce
Without fweat or endeuour: Treason, fellony,
Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine,
Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth
Of it 2 owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance,

1 Borne = 2 it its.

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Bourne, brook, as in R. of Brunne, Chron. 8164, &c.

To feed my innocent people.

(Seb. No marrying 'mong his fubiects?

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Ant. None (man!) all idle; Whores and knaues !)

Gon. I vvould vvith fuch perfection gouerne, Sir,

T'Excell the Golden Age.

Seb.

Ant. Long liue Gonzalo
Gon.

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'Saue his Maiefty!

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And, (do you marke me, Sir?) Alon. Pre-thee no more! thou doft talke nothing to me! Gon. I do vvell beleeue your Highneffe; and did it to minifter occafion to these Gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vse to laugh at nothing. 170

Ant. 'Twas you, vve laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing' to you: fo you may continue, and laugh at nothing' ftill. Ant. What a blow vvas there giuen! Seb. And it had not falne flat-long!

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Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal; you would lift the Moone out of her fpheare, if she would continue in it fiue weekes vvithout changing.

Enter ARIELL (inuisible) playing folemne Muficke.

Seb. We vvould fo; and then go a Bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, good my Lord, be not angry!

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Gon. No, I warrant you! I vvill not aduenture my difcretion fo weakly. Will you laugh me afleepe, for I am very heauy?

Ant. Go fleepe, and heare vs!

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[All sleepe, but ALON., SEB., & ANT. Alon. What! all fo foone afleepe? I wish mine eyes Would (with themfelues) shut vp my thoughts! I finde They are inclin'd to do fo.

Seb.

Please you, Sir,

Do not omit the heauy offer of it!

It fildome vifits forrow; when it doth,

It is a Comforter.

Ant.

Will guard your perfon, while you take your reft,

We two, my Lord,

And watch your fafety.

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