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

Seb. 'Twas a fweet marriage, and we profper well 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. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!

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

Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me ftudy of that, fhe was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, fir, 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 houfes too. Ant. What impoffible matter will he make edly next?

Seb. I think, he will carry this island hone his pocket, and give it his fon for an apple. Ant. And, fowing the kernels of it in the La, bring forth more islands.

Gon. Ay!

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as freth, 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.

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Gon.

Gon. Is hot, fir, my doublet, as fresh as the fir day I wore it? I mean, in a fort.

Ant. This fort was well fifh'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriages
Alon. You cram thefe words into mine ears against
The ftomach of my fenfe: 'Would I had never
Marry'd 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 strange fish
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
Himself with his good arms in lufty stroke
To the fhore, that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd,
As tooping to relieve him: I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

Alm. No, no, he's gone.

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Sch. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great lofs; That would not bless our Europe with your daughBut rather lofe her to an African; Where the, at least, is banish'd from your eye Who hath caufe to wet the grief on't.

Altn. Pr'ythee, peace.

See. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd other By all of us; and the fair foul herself [wife Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Which end the beam fhould bow. We have loft your I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have fon, More

More widows in them of this business-making,

Than we bring men to comfort them; the fault's Your own.

Alon. So is the dearest o' the lofs.

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

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

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And moft chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good fir, 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 of it, what would I do?
Ant. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit ; no name of magistrate;
Letters fhould not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, 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 fovereignty.

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 fweat or endeavour: treason, felony,

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Sword,

Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon, 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, fir, To excel the golden age.

Seb. 'Save his majesty!

Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

Gon. And, do you mark me, fir?

Alon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou dost talk nothing

to me.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minifter occafion to these 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: so 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 sphere, if the 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 discretion fo weakly. Will you laugh me afleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant.

Ant. Go fleep, and hear us.

[GONZ. ADR. FRAN. &c. fleeps..

Alon. What, all fo foon afleep! I wifh mine eyes

Would, with themselves, fhut up my thoughts: I They are inclin'd to do fo.

Seb. Please you, fir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,

It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,

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Will guard your perfon, while you take your rest, And watch your safety.

Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy

[All fleep but SEB. and ANT.

Seb. What a strange drowfinefs poffeffes them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

Sch. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not
Myfelf difpos'd to sleep.

Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by confent;

They dropp'd, as by a thunder ftroke. What might, Worthy Sebaftian?-O, what might?-No more:And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

What thou fhould't be: the occafion speaks thee; My strong imagination fees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me fpeak?

Seb. I do; and, furely,

It is a fleepy language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy fleep: What is it thou didst say?
This is a ftrange repofe, to be asleep

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With eyes wide open; ftanding, fpeaking, moving

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