Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inacceffible

Seb. Yet

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not mifs't.

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

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle, as he most learnedly deliver❜d.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True, fave means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none or little.

Gon. How lush and lufty the grafs looks? how green?

Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He miffes not much.

Seb. No: he does but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit

Seb. As many voucht rarities are.

Gon. That our garments being, as they were, drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and gloffes: being rather new dy'd, than ftain'd with falt

water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not fay, he lies?

Seb. Ay, or very falfely pocket up his report.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Africk, at the marriage of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we profper we'l

in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch a paragon to their Queen.

Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time.

Ant.

Ant. Widow, a pox o'that: how came that widow in? widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had faid, widower Eneas too? Good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me study of that: fhe was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I affure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.

Ant. What impoffible matter will he make easy next? Seb. I think, he will carry this Ifland home in his pocket, and give it his fon for an apple.

Ant. And fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring forth more iflands.

Gon. I

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen.

Ant. And the rareft that e'er came there.
Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Ant. O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido!

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

Ant. That fort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears against
The ftomach of my fenfe. Would I had never
Married my daughter there! For, coming thence,
My fon is loft; and, in my rate, fhe too;
Who is fo far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again fhall fee her: O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what ftrange fish

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having made many widows in Naples.

Hath

Hath made his meal on thee?

Fran. Sir, he may live.

I faw him beat the furges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whofe enmity he flung afide, and breasted

The furge moft fwoln that met him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himfelf with his good arms in lufty ftrokes
To th' fhore that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd,
As ftooping to relieve him. I not doubt,
He came alive to land..

Alon. No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourfelf for this great lofs, That would not blefs our Europe with your daughter, But rather lole her to an African;

Where fhe, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath caufe to wet the grief on't.

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importuned otherwife
By all of us; and the fair foul herself..
Weigh'd between lothnefs and obedience, at

Which end the beam fhould bow. We've loft your fon,
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this bufinefs' making,

Than we bring men to comfort them: 9

The fault's your own.

Alon. So is the deareft o' th' lofs.

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth, you fpeak, doth lack fome gentleness,
And time to fpeak it in: you rub the fore,
When you fhould bring the plaifter.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And moft chirurgeonly.

9 It does not clearly appear whether the King and thefe lords thought the fhip loft. This paffage feems to imply that they were themfelves confident of returning, but imagined part of

the fleet deftroyed. Why, indeed, fhould Sebaftian plot against his brother in the following Scene unless he knew how to find the kingdom which he was to inheritè

Gon.

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

When you are cloudy.

Seb. Foul weather?

Ant. Very foul.

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

Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I'th' commonwealth, I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magiftrate;
Letters fhould not be known; wealth, poverty,
And ufe of fervice, none; contract, fucceffion,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none:
No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation, all men idle, all,

And women too; but innocent and pure :
No Şov'reignty.

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, Without sweat 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 foyzon, 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, Sir,
T'excel the golden age.

Seb. Save his Majefty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.] All this Dialogue is a fine Satire on the Utopian Treatifes of Govern

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ment, and the impracticable inconfiftent Schemes therein recommended. WARBURTON.,

Gon. And,

Gon. And, do you mark me, Sir? Alon. Pr'ythee no more; thou doft talk nothing to [me.

Gon. I do well believe your Highness; and did it to minifter occafion to thefe 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 ftill.

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 fphere, if fhe would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel, playing folemn Mufick.

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 afleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go, fleep, and hear us.

Alon. What, all fo foon afleep? I wish mine eyes Would with themselves fhut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclin'd to do fo.

Seb. Please you, Sir,

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

And watch your fafety.

Alon. Thank you: wond'rous heavy

your reft,

[All fleep but Seb. and Ant.

Seb. What a strange drowsiness poffeffes them?

Ant. It is the quality o' th' climate.

Seb.