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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, My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Who is so far from Italy remov'd, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine hair Of Naples and of Milan ! what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee? 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
'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,
As stooping to relieve him : I not doubt,
He came alive to land.
Alon.

No, no; he's gone.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great

loss;
That would not bless our Europe with y' ir 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!"
Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace. Sb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd

otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself

.

The meaning of this line will be clear enough, if wrio de un derstood as referring to eye " Who and which were often used indiscriminately.

Weigh’d, between loathness and obedience, at Which end o' the beam she'd bow. 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
Your own.

Alon. So is the dear'st o' the loss.
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.

Very well.
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.
Seb.

Foul weather ?
Ant.

Very foul
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, -
Ant. He'd sow't with nettle-seed.
Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king on't, 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; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too; but innocent and pure: No sovereignty :

Si. e. she was in doubt towards whicb scale of the balance she should incline.

Seb.

Yet he would be king on’. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,''
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foison," all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

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 noth

ing to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did

10 An engine was a term applied to any kind of machine in Shakespeare's age.

11 Foison is only another word for plenty or abundance of provision, but chiefly of the fruits of the earth.

12 In Montaigne's Essay “ of the Cannibals,” translated by Florio in 1603, is the following: «Me seemeth that what in those nations we see by experience, doth not only exceed all the pictures wherewith licentious poesy hath proudly embellished the golden age, and all her quaint inventions to feign a happy condition of man, but also the conception and desire of philosophy. - It is a nation, would I answer Plato, that hath no kind of t-affic, no knowledge of letters, no intelligence of numbers, no name of magistrate, nor of politic superiority; no use of service, of riches, or of poverty; no contracts, no successions, no dividences; no occupation, but idle ; no respect of kindred, but common; no apparel, but natural; no manuring of lands; no use of wine corn, or metal. The very words that import lying, falsehood, treason, dissimulation, covetousness, envy, detraction, and pardon were never hrard amongst them." From which it is plain enough, that Montaign and Gonzalo must have been together, and « fed on one thonght "

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 nothung 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. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

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 Alon. What! all so soon asleep? I wish mine

eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts :)

find,
They are inclin'd to do so.
Seb.

Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
Ant.

We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
Alon.

Thank you: Wondrous heavy [Alonzo sleeps. Erit ARIEI.

Ant.

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Seb

Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself dispos’d to sleep.

Nor I: my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might Werthy Sebastian ! 13 — 0, what might !-- No

more :And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: The occasion speaks

thee; and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.
Seb.

What! art thou waking ?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?
Seb.

I do; and, surely,
It is a sleepy language; and thou speak’st
Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say ?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep
Ant.

Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep — die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking. Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly: 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.14

Well; I am standing water. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

Seb.

13 Understand be after Sebastian. 14 i e. makes thee three times what thou art now.

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