Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, 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 sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never graced 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? good lord, how you take it! 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. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. 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? I mean, in a sort. Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against 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 Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Fran. Sir, he may live; And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, He came alive to land. 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. Pr'ythee, peace. Alon. Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at We have lost your son, 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 Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, When you should bring the plaster. Seb. My lord Sebastian, Very well. Ant. And most chirurgeonly. When you are cloudy. Seb. Ant. Foul weather? Very foul. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,- Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king of it, what would I do? Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contraries Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; no use of service, Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too; but innocent and pure: 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 Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. Seb. 'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing 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 laugh'd at. Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. 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. 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 but ALON. SEB. and ANT. Aton. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find Seb. Please you, sir, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, And watch your safety. Alon. Thank you: wondrous heavy.— [ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them? Why Seb. Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. What might, They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?-No more:- What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and Dropping upon thy head. Seb. What, art thou waking? I do; and, surely, Ant. Do you not hear me speak? It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Ant. Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Noble Sebastian, Thou dost snore distinctly; Whiles thou art waking. Seb. There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed me; which to do Trebles thee o'er. Seb. Well, I am standing water. Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. Do so: to ebb, 0, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, By their own fear, or sloth. Seb. Pr'ythee, say on: The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Ant. When he is earth'd) hath here almost persuaded The king, his son's alive: 'tis as impossible That he's undrown'd as he that sleeps here swims. That he's undrown'd. Ant. O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is But doubts discovery there. That Ferdinand is drown'd? Seb. Will you grant, with me, Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb. Claribel. Ant. She that is queen of Tunis: she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post (The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Seb. A space whose every cubit Ant. Measure us back to Naples?-Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, |