Ant. He could not miss't. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. 40 45 Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! 50 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. Gon. But the rarity of it is,-which is indeed almost beyond credit,— Seb. As many vouched rarities are. 55 Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. бо Gon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's 65 fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen. 70 Ant. Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in? widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said 'widower Æneas' too? Good Lord, how you take it! 75 Adr. 'Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Adr. Carthage? Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Seb. His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next? Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. 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 marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? Ant. I mean, in a sort. That sort was well fished for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? 80 85 ༡༠ 95 Alon. You cram these words into mine ears against 100 The stomach of my sense. Would I had never Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live: I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head 105 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, 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; Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Alon. Prithee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importuned otherwise, By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at 115 120 Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost your son, 125 I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business' making Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's your own. Alon. So is the dear'st o' the loss. 130 Gon. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster. Seb. Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Very well. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy. 135 Seb. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,- Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do? And women too, but innocent and pure; Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. 140 145 150 Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, 155 Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! 160 And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to mi- 165 nister 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. 139. on't] of it Hanmer. 144. riches, poverty] wealth, poverty Pope. poverty, riches Capell. 145. contract, succession] succession, Contract Malone conj. succession, None id. conj. 146. none] olives, none Hanmer. (VIII). 162. 'Save] F,F2F3. Save F4. Gol save Edd. conj. 170 Ant. What a blow was there given ! Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter ARIEL (invisible) playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. [All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant. Will guard your person while you take your rest, A lon. 175 180 185 Thank you.-Wondrous heavy. 190 Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Seb. Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. 175. Enter......invisible....music.] Malone. Enter Ariel, playing solemn music. Ff. om. Pope. [Solemn music. Capell. 181. [All sleep... Ant.] Stage direction to the same effect, first inserted by Capell. 182-189. Text as in Pope. In 189. [Exit Ariel] Malone. 192. find not] Pope. find Not Ff. |