Alon. Seb. Alon. Seb. Alon. Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, No, no, he's gone. 121 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, Prithee, peace. 130 Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at your son, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Moe widows in them of this business' making Than we bring men to comfort them : The fault's your own. Gon. My lord Sebastian, Seb. Ant. Gon. So is the dear'st o' the loss. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And most chirurgeonly. Very well. 140 It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Seb. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,— Seb. Gon. Seb. Gon. Seb. Ant. Gon. Seb. Ant. Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, 150 No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too, but innocent and pure; Yet he would be king on 't. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, 160 Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of it own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people. No marrying 'mong his subjects? None, man; all idle: whores and knaves. Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon. God save his majesty! And,-do you mark me, sir? Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing 170 to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; 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. Ant. 'Twas you we laughed at. Gon. Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so you may continue and laugh at nothing still. Ant. Seb. Gon. What a blow was there given ! You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. Ant. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? Go sleep, and hear us. 180 190 [All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: Ifind They are inclined to do so. Seb. Ant. Please you, sir, It is a comforter. We two, my lord, Alon. Seb. Ant. Seb. Ant. Seb. Will guard your person while you take your rest, Thank you. Wondrous heavy. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not 200 Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian? O, what might ?—No more :- What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and Dropping upon thy head. What, art thou waking? Ant. Do you not hear me speak? Seb. Ant. Seb. Ant. 211 I do; and surely With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die, rather; wink'st Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores. I am more serious than my custom you 220 Seb. Ant. O, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Prithee, say on: The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim 230 Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuaded,— Professes to persuade,—the king his son's alive, As he that sleeps here swims. Seb. That he's undrown'd. Ant. I have no hope O, out of that "no hope" Seb. Ant. What great hope have you! no hope that way is Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubt discovery there. That Ferdinand is drown'd? 241 Will you grant with me |