GON. Therefore, my lord,—

ANT, Fie, what a fpendthrift is he of his tongue!

ALON. I pr'ythee, spare.

GON. Well, I have done: But yet

SEB. He will be talking.

ANT. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager,

ADR. Though this island seem to be defert,

SEB. Ha, ha, ha!

ANT. So, you've pay'd.

ADR. Uninhabitable, and almost inacceffible,-
SEB. Yet,

ADR. Yet

ANT. He could not mifs it.

ADR. It must needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate temperance.

ANT. Temperance was a delicate wench.

SEB. Ay, and a fubtle; as he moft learnedly deliver❜d.
ADR. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
SEB. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

ANT. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.

GON. Here is every thing advantageous to life.

ANT. True; fave means to live.

SEB. Of that there's none, or little.

GON. How lush and lufty the grafs looks? how green?

ANT. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

SEB. With an eye of green in't.

ANT. He miffes not much.

SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. GON. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost beyond credit,)———

SEB. As many vouch'd rarities are.

GON. That our garments, being, as they were, drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their freshness, and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than ftain'd with falt

water.

ANT. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not fay, he lies?

SEB, Ay, or very falfely pocket up his report.

GON. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

SEB. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we profper well in

our return.

ADR. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen.

GON. Not fince widow Dido's time.

ANT. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!

SEB. What if he had faid, widower Eneas too? good lord, how you take it!

ADR. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me study of that She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

GON. This Tunis, fir, was Carthage,

ADR. Carthage?

GON. I affure you, Carthage.

ANT. His word is more than the miraculous harp.
SEB. He hath rais'd the wall, and houfes too.

ANT. What impoffible matter will he make eafy next? SEB. I think, he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his fon for an apple,

ANT. And, fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring

forth more iflands.

GON. Ay?

ANT. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.

ANT. And the rareft that e'er came there.

SEB. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

ANT. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

GON. Is not, fir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a fort.

ANT. That fort was well fifh'd for.

GON. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
ALON. You cram these words into mine ears, against
The stomach of my fenfe: 'Would I had never
Marry'd my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My fon is loft; and, in my rate, fhe too,
Who is fo far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again fhall fee her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

FRAN. Sir, he may live;

I faw him beat the furges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whofe enmity he flung afide, and breasted

The furge moft fwoln that met him : his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himfelf with his good arms in lufty stroke

To the fhore, that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd
As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt,

He came alive to land.

SEB. Sir, you may thank yourself for this

great

lofs;

That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,

But rather lofe her to an African ;

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,

Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

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 o' the beam fhe'd bow. We have loft your son,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

More widows in them of this bufinefs' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's
Your own.

ALON. So is the deareft of the lofs.

GON. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack fome gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the fore,

When you should bring the plaster.

SEB. Very well.

ANT. And moft chirurgeonly.

GON. It is foul weather in us all, good fir,

When you are cloudy.

SEB. Foul weather?

ANT. Very foul.

GON. Had I plantation of this ifle, my lord,-
ANT. He'd fow it with nettle-feed.

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
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magiftrate;

Letters fhould not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,

Succeffions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none:
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:

No occupation; all men idle, all;

And women too; but innocent and pure:

No fovereignty

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: treafon, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature fhould bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,

To feed my innocent people.

SEB. No marrying 'mong his subjects?

ANT. None, man: all idle; whores, and knaves.
GON. I would with fuch perfection govern, fir,
To excel the golden age.

SEB. 'Save his majesty!
ANT. Long live Gonzalo!

GON. And do you mark me, fir?

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 fuch fenfible 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.