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Of its own kind, all 9 foyzon, all abundance
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, Sir, To excel the golden age.
Seb. Save his majesty!
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; fo you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
Ant. What a blow was there given ?
Gon. You are gentiemen 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 folemn mufick.
Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my
[Gonz. Adr. Fra. &c. Seep. Alon. What, all so soon aileep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I find, They are inclin'd to do so.
9 -all foyzon,---] Foison or foizon signifies plenty, ubertas, not moisture, or juice of grass or other herbs, as Mr. Pope says.
Seb. Please you, Sir,
Ant. We two, my lord,
[All seep but Seb. and Ant.
Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
Seb. What, art thou waking ?
Seb. I do; and, surely,
Ant. Noble Sebastian,
Seb. Thou doft snore distinctly ;
Ant. I am more serious than my custom. You
Seb. Well: I am ftanding water.
Seb. Do fo: to ebb
Seb. Prythee, say on:
Ant. Thus, Sir :
Seb. I have no hope
Ant. O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
'-this lord of weak remembrance,--] This lord, who, being now in his dotage, has outlived his faculty of remembering; and who, once laid in the ground, thall be as little remembered himself, as he can now remember other things. JOHNSON.
2 For be's a spirit of perfuafon,-) Of this entangled fentence I can draw no ienfe from the present reading, and therefore imagine that the author gave it thus :
For he, a spirit of persuasion, only
Profefes to persuade. Of which the meaning may be either, that he alone, who is a Spirit of perfua,son, prófelles to persuade the king; or that, Ho only professes to persuade, that is, without being so persuaded himJelf, he makes a fhow of persuading the king. Johnson.
Another Another way
so high an hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce 3 a wink beyond, But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, That Ferdinand is drown'd?
Seb. He's gone.
Ant. Then, tell me
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 : The, from whom We were all sea-swallow'd, 5 though some cast again; And, by that destiny, to perform an act, Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come, In yours, and my discharge.
-a wink beyond,] That this is the utmost extent of the prospect of ambition, the point where the eye can pass no further, and where objects lose their distinctness, so that what is there discovered, is faint, obfcure, and doubtful. JOHNSON.
The that from Naples Con bave no note, &c.] Shakespeare's great ignorance of geography is not more conspicuous in any initance than in this, where he supposes Tunis and Naples to have been at such an immeasurable disance from cach other. STEEVENS. s These lines stand in the old edition thus :
-though some cast again;
In your and my dijcharge. The reading in the later editions is without authority. The old text may very well stand, except that in the last line in snould be is, and perhaps we might better say—and that by de friny. It being a common plea of wickedness to call temptatión destiny. JOHNSON. The modern editors publifhed,
Is yours and my discharge. I think we may safely retain the old reading in the laft hemistich.
-what is yet to come,
In yours and my discharge. jie. Depends on what you and I are to perform. STEEVENS.
Seb. 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
cubit Seems to cry out; How Mall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples? 6 Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake! Say, this were death That now hath feiz'd them, why, they were no worse Than now they are : there be, that can rule Naples, As well as he that neeps ; 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 The mind that I do! what a Neep was this For your advancement ? Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks, I do.
Ant. And how does your content
Seb. I remember,
Ant. True :
Seb. But, for your conscience
Ant. Ay, Sir, where lies that ? if it were a kybe, 'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom. Twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they, 7 Or melt e'er they moleft. Here lies
6- Keep in Tunis.] There is in this paffage a propriety lost, which a slight alteration will restore :
Sleep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake! JOHNSON.. ? Or melt e'er they moleft.-) I had rather read,
Would målt e'er they moleft. i. e. Twenty consciences, such as fiand between me and my hopes, though they were congealed, would melt before they could meleji one, or prevent the execution of my purposes. JOHNSON.