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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 fith'd for.
Alon. You cram these words into inine ears against
Alon. No, no, he's gone.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
Alon. Pr’ythee, peace,
Seb. You were kneel’d to, and importun'd otherwise
Than we bring men to comfort them:
Alon. So is the dearest oth' lofs.
Gon. My lord Sebastian,
Seb. Very well.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir,
Seb. Foul weather?
* Gon. “ I'th'commonwealth; I would by contraries • Execute all things : for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate ; « Letters should not be known; wealth, poverty, " And use of service, none ; contract, succession, “ 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.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning
“Gon. All things in common, nature should produce, “ Without sweat or endeavour. Treason, 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 inconfitent Schemes therein recommended.
" Sword, 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 " To feed my innocent People.
Seb. No marrying ʼmong his subjects ?
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, Sir,
Seb. Save his Majesty !
Alon. Pr’ythee, 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. 'Twas 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?
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal ; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Enter Ariel, playing solemn Mufick. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, my good lord, be not angry: Gon. No, I warrant you, I will not adventure my discretion so weakly: will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?
Ant. Go, sleep, and hear us.
all foyzon, all abundance.] foyzon signifies the great plenty of any thing.
Alon. What all so soon asleep? I wish, mine eyes Would with themselves fhut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclin’d to do so.
Seb. Please you, Sir,
Ant. We two, my lord,
[ All seep but Seb, and Ant. Seb. What a strange drowsiness poffefses them? Ant. It is the quality o'th' climate.
Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
Seb. What, art thou waking ?
Seb. I do; and, surely,
Ant. Noble Sebastian. Thou let'st thy fortune sleep: die rather: wink'st, Whilft thou art waking.
Seb. Thou doft snore distinctly;
Ant. I am more serious than my custom. You
Seb. Well; I am standing water.
Seb. Do so: to ebb
Seb. Pry'thee, say on ;
Ant. Thus, Sir :
which to do, Trebles thee ver.) i. e. follow my advice, and it will advance thy fortune to the height. So Fletcher in his noble Gentlemar,
I now see your Father's honours
Trebling upon you
How did you bear her lofs?
With thy grief trebled.