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As ftooping to relieve him: I not doubt
Alon. No, no, he's gone.
Seb. Sir, you may thank your felf for this great Lofs,
Where the, at least, is banish'd from your Eye,
Alon. Peethee Peace.
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwife By all of us: And the fair Soul her felf
Weigh'd between Loathness and Obedience, at
More Widows in them of this business making.
The Fault's your own.
Alon. So is the dear'ft o'th' Lofs.
The Truth you speak doth lack fome Gentleness
Seb. Very well.
Ant. And moft Chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul Weather in us all, good Sir, When you are cloudy.
Seb. Foul Weather?
Aut. Very foul.
Gon. Had I the Plantation of this Ifle, my Lord.
Seb. Or Docks, or Mallows.
Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do?
And Women too; but innocent and pure:
Seb. 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
Seb. No marrying 'mong his Subjects?
Ant. None, Man; all idle; Whores and Knaves. Gon. I would with fuch Perfection govern, Sir, T'excell the Golden Age.
Seb. Save his Majefty.
Ant. Long live Gonzalo.
Alon. Prethee no more; thou doft talk nothing to me. Gon. I do well believe your Highness, and did it to minifter Occafion to these Gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible and nimble Lungs, that they always ufe to laugh at nothing:
Ant. 'Twas you I laugh'd at.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you: So you may continue, and laugh at nothing fill. Ant. What a Blow was there given?
Seb. And it had not fallen flat-long.
Gon. You are Gentlemen of a brave Metal; you would lift the Moon out of her Sphere, if fhe would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Enter Ariel playing folemn Mufick.
Gon. No I warrant you, I will not adventure my Difcretion fo weakly: Will you laugh me afleep, for I am very heavy.
Ant. Go fleep, and hear us.
Alon. What, all fo foon afleep? I with mine Eyes would, with themselves, fhut up my Thoughts:
I find they are inclin'd to do fo.
Seb. Please you, Sir,
Do not omit the heavy Offer of it:
It feldom vifits Sorrow; when it doth, it is a Comforter.
[All fleep but Seb. and Ant.
Doth it not then our Eye-lids fink? I find
Ant. Nor I, my Spirits are nimble:
Seb. What, art thou waking?
It is a fleepy Language, and thou fpeak'st
Out of thy Sleep: What is it thou didft say?
With Eyes wide open: Standing, fpeaking, moving;
Ant. Noble Sebaftian,
Thou let'ft thy Fortune fleep; die rather: Wink'ft
Seb. Thou doft fnore diftinctly;
There's Meaning in thy Snores.
Ant. I am more ferious than my Cuftom. You Muft be fo too, if you heed me; which to do, Trebbles thee o'er.
Seb. Well: I am standing Water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Hereditary Sloth instructs me.
If you but knew how you the Purpose cherish,
Whilft thus you mock it; how in ftripping it
Seb. Prethee fay on,
The fetting of thine Eye and Cheek proclaim
Ant. Thus Sir:
'Although this Lord of weak Remembrance; this
When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuaded
That he's undrown'd.
Ant. O, out of that no Hope,
What great Hope have you? No Hope that way, is
Ambition cannot pierce a Wink beyond,
Seb. He's gone.
Ant. Then tell me who's the next Heir of Naples?
Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis; fhe that dwells
We all were Sea-fwallow'd, tho' some cast again,
And by that Deftiny to perform an A&t;
Seb. What Stuff is this? How say you?
Ant. A Space whose ev'ry Cubit
As this Gonzalo; I my felf could make
A Chough of as deep Chat; O, that you bore
Ant. And how does your Content
Tender your own good Fortune?
You did fupplant your Brother Profpero.
And look how well my Garments fit upon me,
Seb. But for your Confcience.
Ant. Ay, Sir; where lyes that? If 'twere a Kybe
If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
Seb. Thy Cafe, dear Friend,
Shall be my Prefident: As thou got'ft Millan,