Seb. A dollar. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purpos'd. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Gon. Well, I have done. But yet, Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockerel. 20 25 30 Seb. Done. The wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match! Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, 35 Adr. Yet, Ant. He could not miss't. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and deli cate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de liver'd. D 40 45 Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! How green! Ant. The ground indeed is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. 50 55 60 Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would 65 it not say he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well 70 Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said "widower Æneas" too? Adr. "Widow Dido" said you? You make me Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Adr. Carthage? Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall and houses too. 75 80 85 Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple. 90 Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay. Ant. Why, in good time. Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. 95 100 Ant. O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? 105 Alon. You cram these words into mine ears against Fran. Alon. The stomach of my sense. Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Who is so far from Italy removed I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Sir, he may live. I saw him beat the surges under him, 110 116 And ride upon their backs. He trod the water, To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bowed, He came alive to land. No, no, he's gone. 121 Seb. 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; 125 Alon. Where she at least is banish'd from your eye, Prithee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to and importun'd otherwise By all of us, and the fair soul herself Alon. Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at 130 your son, I fear, for ever. Milan and Naples have Moe widows in them of this business' making The fault's your own. Gon. My lord Sebastian, Seb. So is the dear'st o' the loss. 136 The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Seb. Ant. When you are cloudy. Foul weather? Very well. 140 Very foul. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, 145 |