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Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
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.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against
Sir, he may live;
gone. Seh. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great foss; 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. Alon.
Prythee, peace. Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun’d otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at Which end o’the beam she'd bow. We have lost your I fear, for ever : Milan and Naples lave More widows in them of this business' making, Than we bring men to 'comfort them: the fault's Your own.
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
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.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
Very foul. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord. Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. 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
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
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
And, do you mark me, sir?Alon. Prythee, 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. "I was 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. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
Gon. No, warrant you: I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for 1 am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.'
[All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant.
Please you, sir,
We two, my lord,
take And watch your safety. Alon.
Thank you: wondrous heavy,
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o’the climate. Seb.
Why Doth it not then our eyelids 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, Worthy, Sebastian?
-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,
Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Well; I am standing water.
Do so: to ebb,
0, If you but knew, how
Pr’ythee, say, on:
(Who shall be of as little memory,
Seb. I have no hope
0, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way,
Then, tell me,
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 Be rough and razorable: she, from whom We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours and my discharge.
What stuff is this?—How say you? "Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space. Ant.
A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples?-Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse Than now they are: there be, that can rule Naples, As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate As amply, and unnecessarily, As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore