Ant. O, widow. Dido! ay, widow Dido! 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 fish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage. I ne'er again fhall fee her: O thou mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live. I saw him beat the furges under him, The furge moft fwoln that met him: his bold head To th' fhore; that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd, Alon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great lofs, That would not blefs our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African; Where fhe, at leaft, is banifh'd from your eye, Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair foul herself Weigh'd between lothness and obedience, at Which end the beam should bow. We've lost your fon, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this bufinefs' making, VOL. I. D Than Than we bring men to comfort them: Alon. So is the deareft o' th' lofs. The truth, you fpeak, 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? 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? Seb. Scape being drunk, for want of wine. 8 Gon. "I' th' commonwealth; I would by contraries "Execute all things: for no kind of traffick "Would I admit; no name of magistrate; "Letters fhould not be known; wealth, poverty, "And ufe of fervice, none; contract, fucceffion, "Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; "No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oyl; "No occupation, all men idle, all, "And women too; but innocent and pure : "No Sov'reignty. Seb. And yet he would be King on't. 8 Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. "Gon. All things in common, nature should produce, "Without fweat or endeavour. Treafon, felony, 8 The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.] All this Dialogue is a fine Satire on the Utopean Treatises of Government, and the impracticable inconfiftent Schemes therein recommended. “Sword, "Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, "Would I not have; but nature fhould bring forth, "Of its own kind, 9 all-foyzon, all abundance "To feed my innocent People. Seb. No marrying 'mong his fubjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Gon. I would with fuch perfection govern, Sir, T'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 doft talk nothing to me. Gon. I do well believe your Highness; and did it to minifter occafion to thefe 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: fo 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 fphere, if fhe would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter Ariel, playing folemn Mufick. Seb. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling. 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. 9 all foyzon, all abundance.] foyzon fignifies the great plenty of any thing. Alon. What all fo foon afleep? I wifh, 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 forrow; when it doth, Ant. We two, my lord, Will guard your perfon, while you take Alon. Thank you: wond'rous heavy your reft, [All fleep but Seb. and Ant. Seb. What a ftrange drowfinefs poffeffes them? Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not Ant. Nor I, my fpirits are nimble: They fell together all as by confent, They dropt as by a thunder-stroke. What might, And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face, What thou fhould'ft be: th' occafion speaks thee, and My strong imagination fees a crown Dropping upon thy head. Seb. What, art thou waking? It is a fleepy language; and thou speak'st This is a strange repofe, to be afleep With eyes wide open: ftanding, fpeaking, moving; Ant. Noble Sebaftian. Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep: die rather: wink'st, Seb. Seb. Thou doft fnore diftinctly; There's meaning in thy fnores. Ant. I am more serious than my cuftom. You Must be so too, if heed me; 'which to do, Trebles thee o'er. Seb. Well, I am standing water. Hereditary floth inftructs me. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Seb. Pry'thee, fay on; The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim Ant. Thus, Sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, When he is earth'd ;) hath here almost perfuaded As he, that fleeps here, fwims. 1 which to do, Trebles thee o'er.] i. e. follow my advice, and it will advance thy fortune to the height. So Fletcher in his noble Gentleman, I now fee your Father's honours And again in his Maid of the Mill, How did you bear her lofs? With thy grief trebled. Yet the Oxford Editor alters it to, Troubles thee not. |