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 moft Chirurgeonly!

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

When you are cloudy.

Seb.

Ant.

'Fowle weather'?

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Very 'foule '!

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 fhould not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
And vfe 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 :

Or dockes, or Mallowes.) 140

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 sweat 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,

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

To feed my innocent people.

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(Seb. No marrying 'mong his fubiects?

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

'Saue his Maiefty!

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Gon. I vvould vvith such perfection gouerne, Sir, T'Excell the Golden Age.

Seb.

Ant. Long liue Gonzalo !
Gon.

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.

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

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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.

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Enter ARIELL (inuisible) playing folemne Muficke.
Seb. We vvould fo; and then go a Bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, good my Lord, be not angry!

Gon. No, I warrant you! I vvill not aduenture my discretion 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 asleepe? 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 safety.

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Alon.

Thanke you! Wondrous heauy! 192
[ALONZO sleepes. Exit ARIEL.

Seb. What a strange drowsines poffeffes them!
Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.

Why

Seb.
Doth it not then our eye-lids finke? I finde not

My felfe difpos'd to fleep.

Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. 196

They fell together all, as by consent;

They dropt, as by a Thunder-ftroke. What might,

Worthy Sebaftian ?... O! what might?... No more!...

And yet, me thinkes I fee it in thy face,

What thou should'ft be. Th'occafion speaks thee; and
My strong imagination fee's a Crowne

Dropping vpon thy head.

Seb.

What! art thou waking?

Ant. Do you not heare me speake?
Seb.

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I do! and furely 204

It is a fleepy Language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy fleepe. What is it, thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleepe

With eyes wide open! ftanding, fpeaking, mouing!
And yet so fast asleepe!

Ant.

Noble Sebaftian,

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleepe! (die rather!) wink'st
Whiles thou art waking!

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Seb.

Thou do'ft fnore diftinctly:

There's meaning in thy fnores.

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Ant. I am more ferious then my cuftome: you

Must be so too, if heed me: which to do,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mocke it! how, in stripping it,
You more inueft it! Ebbing men, indeed,
(Moft often) do so neere the bottome run

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By their owne feare, or floth.

Seb.

'Pre-thee fay on!

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Thus, Sir!

The fetting of thine eye and cheeke, proclaime
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throwes 1 thee much to yeeld.

Ant.
Although this Lord of weake remembrance, (this,
Who fhall be of as little memory

When he is earth'd,) hath here almost perfwaded
(For hee's a Spirit of perfwasion, onely

Profeffes to perfwade) the King, his fonne's aliue: 'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,

As he that fleepes heere, swims.

Seb.

That hee's vndrown'd.

Ant.

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I haue no hope

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O! out of that no hope,"

What great 'hope' haue you! No hope' that way, Is,
Another way, fo high a 'hope,' that euen

Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond,

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But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: fhe that dwels
Ten leagues beyond mans life: fhe that from Naples
Can haue no note, vnleffe the Sun were poft,
(The Man i'th Moone's too flow,) till new-borne chinnes
Be rough, and Razor-able: She that . . . from whom
We all were fea-swallow'd, though some cast againe,
(And by that deftiny,) to performe an act
Whereof, what's paft is Prologue; what to come,
In yours, and my, discharge.

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...

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Seb.

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What stuffe is this! How fay you? 'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis; So is the heyre of Naples; 'twixt which Regions There is some space.

1 throwes throes.

Ant.

A space, whofe eu'ry cubit
Seemes to cry out, 'How fhall that Claribell
Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,
And let Sebaftian wake!' Say, this were death

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That now hath feiz'd them; why, they were no worse

Then now they are! There be, that can rule Naples

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As well as he that fleepes; Lords, that can prate

As amply, and vnneceffarily,

As this Gonzallo: I my felfe could make

A Chough of as deepe chat. O, that you bore
The minde that I do! what a fleepe were this
For
your aduancement! Do you vnderstand me?
Seb. Me thinkes I do.
Ant.

And how do's your content

Tender your owne good fortune?

Seb.

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You did fupplant your Brother Profpero.
Ant.
And looke how well my Garments fit vpon me!
Much feater then before! My Brothers feruants
Were then my fellowes; now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your confcience,

True!

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Ant. I, Sir! where lies that? If 'twere a kybe, "Twould put me to my flipper: But I feele not

This Deity in my bofome.

That stand 'twixt me and Millaine, candied be they,

And melt, ere they molleft! Heere lies your Brother,
No better then the earth he lies vpon !

If he were that which now hee's like, (that's dead,)
Whom I, with this obedient steele, (three inches of it,)

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Can lay to bed for euer; whiles you, doing thus, [Feigns to To the perpetuall winke, for aye might put

strike.

This ancient morfell, this Sir Prudence, [Points to GONZ.] who

Should not vpbraid our course. For all the reft,
They'l take fuggeftion, as a Cat laps milke;
They'l tell the clocke, to any bufineffe that

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We fay befits the houre.

Seb.

Thy cafe, deere Friend,

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