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Ate. It mut needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly deliver'd. Adr. The air breathes upon us here mot sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd 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. Gon. How luth and lufty the grass looks ? how green? Ant. The ground indeed is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in't. Ant. He miffes not much. Orb. No: he does but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almoft beyond c. edit.
8:6. As many voucht rarities are. Gon. That our garments being (as they were) drench'd in the lea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glofses; being rather new dy'd, than staind with sale
Ant. If bat one of his pockets could speak, would it not fay, 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 firft 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 Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fach a paragon to their Queen. Gon. Not lince widow Dido's time.
Ant. Widow ? a pox o'chat: how came that widow in? widow Dido!
Seb. What if he had said, wi.ower Æneas too? Good Lord, how you take it!
Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me study of that : she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Cartbage. с
in our return.
Seb. I think, he will carry this ifland home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Ant. And lowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more illands.
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 rareft that e'er came there.
Gon. Is not my doublet, Sir, as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a fort.
Ant. That fort was well filh'd for.
Alou. You cram these words into mire ears again!
live to land. Alon. No, no, he's gone.
$ib. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
lon, Prythee, peace.
Seb. You were kneelid to, and importan'd otherwise
Alon. So is the deareft o'th' loss.
Gen. My Lord Sebaftiar,
Seb. Very well.
you are cloudy.
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 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 foyzon, all abundance
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, Sir,
Seb. Save his Majesty!
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. ?I was you we laugh'd at.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you:
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 he would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Enter Ariel, playing folemn Musick. (13)
Gon. No, I warrant you, I will not adventure my discretion fo weakly: will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy ?
(13) Enter Ariel, playing] This marginal direction I have restor’d from the old folio's; and, furely, ’ris very necessary, it should be in. Seried; as it contains a strain of inchantment, which accounts for Gonzalo, Alonzo, &c. fo suddenly dropping asleep.
Ant. Go, leep, and hear us,
Seb. Please you, Sir,
Ant. We two, my Lord,
All sleep but Seb. and Ant Seb. What a strange drowsiness pofseffes them?
Ant. It is the quality. O'th' climate.
Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
Seb. What, art thou waking?
Seba. I do; and, surely,
Ant. Noble Sebastian,
Seb. Thou doft inore diftin&tly ;