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 Seb. What if he had said 'widower Æneas' too? Adr. Widow Dido' said you? you make me study 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? 80 Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, 90 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 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 fished for. 100 Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Fran. Alon. I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Sir, he may live: And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head ΙΙΟ To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, He came alive to land. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, 121 That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Prithee, peace. Alon. By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at lost your son, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have 130 We have Alon. Mo widows in them of this business' making The fault's your own. Gon. My lord Sebastian, Seb. So is the dear'st o' the loss. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Very well. 140 When you are cloudy. Seb. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,- Seb. And women too, but innocent and pure; Yet he would be king on 't. 150 beginning. Gon. All things in common nature should produce Of it 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. Seb. 'Save his majesty ! 160 Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon. And, do you mark me, sir? 170 Alon. Prithee, 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 used 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. 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. 180 Gon. No, I warrant you; discretion so weakly. for I am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. I will not adventure my 190 [All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Seb. Ant. Alon. Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find Please you, sir, We two, my lord, Will guard your person while you take your rest, Thank you.-Wondrous heavy. [Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Seb. Ant. Seb. Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink ? I find not 200 Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; and Dropping upon thy head. What, art thou waking? Ant. Do you not hear me speak ? |