Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. 3 The vifitor will not give him o'er fo. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir

Seb. One:tell.

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer❜d, Comes to the entertainer.

Seb. A dollar.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have fpoken truer than you purpos'd.

Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you fhould.

Gon. Therefore, my lord

Ant. Fie, what a fpend-thrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I pr'ythee, fpare.

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet—

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good

wager, first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: the wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this ifland feem to be defert

Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've pay'd.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almoft inacceffible-
Seb. Yet

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not mifs't.

3 The vifitor-] Why Dr. Warburton fhould change vifitor to 'vifer for advifer, I cannot difcover. Gonzalo gives not only advice, but comfort, and is therefore properly called The Vifitor, like others who vifit the fick or diftreffed to give them confolation. In fome of the Proteftant churches there is a kind of officers termed confolators for the fick. JOHNSON.

Adr.

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

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Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle; as he most learnedly deliver'd.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here moft fweetly.
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. 5 How lufh 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 freshnefs 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 fweet marriage, and we profper well in our return.

perature.

-and delicate temperance.] Temperance here means temSTEEVENS.

Temperance was a delicate wench.] In the puritanical times it was ufual to chriften children from the titles of religious and moral virtues. STEEVENS.

5 How lufp, &c.] Lush, i. e. of a dark full colour, the oppofite to pale and faint. Sir T. HANMER.

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Adri

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? a pox o' that: how came that widow in? 6 Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had faid, widower Æneas too? Good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me study of that: fhe was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, Sir, 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 houses too. Ant. What impoffible matter will he make eafy next?

Seb. I think he will carry this ifland 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 islands.

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 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? 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,

Widow Dido!] The name of a widow brings to their minds their own fhipwreck, which they confider as having made many widows in Naples. JOHNSON.

My

My fon is loft: and, in my rate, she 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 ftrange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

Fran. Sir, he may live :

I saw him beat the furges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung afide, and breasted
The furge most swoln 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.

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 lofe her to an African;

Where fhe, at leaft, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath caufe 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 the beam fhould bow. We have loft your fon,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this bufinefs' making,
7 Than we bring men to comfort them:

The fault's your own.

7 Than we bring men to comfort them :] It does not clearly appear whether the king and thefe lords thought the ship loft. This paffage feems to imply, that they were themfelves confident of returning, but imagined part of the fleet deftroyed, Why, indeed, fhould Sebaftian plot against his brother in the following scene, unless he knew how to find the kingdom which he was to inherit? JOHNSON.

Alon. So is the deareft o' the lofs.
Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth, you fpeak, doth lack fome gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the fore,
When you should bring the plaister.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gen. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir, When you are cloudy,

Seb. Foul weather?

Ant, Very foul.

Gon. Had I the plantation of this ifle, my lordAnt. He'd fow't 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 magistrate;
Letters fhould not be known; riches, poverty,
And ufe of fervice, none; contract, fucceffion,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No ufe 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.

Aut. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without fweat or endeavour. Treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature fhould bring forth,

The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.] All this dialogue is a fine fatire on the Utopian treatifes of govern ment, and the impracticable inconfiftent fchemes therein recommended. WARBURTON.

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