Weigh'd, between lothnefs and obedience, at

Which end o' the beam fhe'd bow. We have loft your

fon,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

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

Alon. So is the dearest of the lofs.

Gon.

My lord Sebastian,

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

Very well.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good fir, When you are cloudy.

Seb.

Ant.

Foul weather?

Very foul.

Gon. Had I a plantation of this ifle, my lord,-
Ant. He'd fow it with nettle-feed.

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; no ufe of fervice,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,

Succeffions; 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.

Ant.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the

beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,

Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon, 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, fir, To excel the golden age.

Seb.

Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Gon.

'Save his majesty!

And, do you mark me, fir?Alon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou dost talk nothing to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minifter occafion to these 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.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter ARIEL invifible, playing folemn mufick.

Seb. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my dif

cretion

cretion fo weakly. Will you laugh me afleep, for I am

very heavy?

Ant. Go fleep, and hear us.

[All fleep but ALON. SEB. and ANT.

Alon. What, all fo foon asleep! I wish mine eyes

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclin'd to do so.

Seb.

Please you, fir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,

Seb. What a strange drowsiness poffeffes them?
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

Seb.

Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not

Myself difpos'd to sleep.

Ant.

Nor I; my fpirits are nimble.

'They fell together all, as by confent;

They dropp'd, as by a thunder-ftroke. What might,
Worthy Sebaftian ?—O, what might ?—No more :—
And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

What thou should'ft be: the occasion speaks thee; and
My ftrong imagination fees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

Seb.

What, art thou waking?

Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
Seb.

I do; and, furely,

It is a fleepy language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy fleep: What is it thou didst say?

This is a strange repofe, to be asleep

With eyes wide open; ftanding, fpeaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

Ant.

Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'st thy fortune fleep-die rather; wink'st

Whiles thou art waking.

Seb.

Thou doft fnore distinctly;

There's meaning in thy fnores.

Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in ftripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,

Moft often do fo near the bottom run,

By their own fear, or floth.

Seb.

Pr'ythee, say on :

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant.

Thus, fir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this (Who fhall be of as little memory,

When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of perfuafion only,)

The king, his fon's alive; 'tis as impossible

That he's undrown'd, as he that fleeps here, fwims.

Seb. I have no hope

That he's undrown'd.

Ant,

Ant.

O, out of that no hope,

What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there.

That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb.
Ant.

Will you grant with me,

Who's the next heir of Naples?

Claribel.

Seb.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; the that from Naples Can have no note, unless the fun were poft,

(The man i' the moon's too flow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom

We were all fea-fwallow'd, though some cast again;
And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,

Whereof what's paft is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.

Seb.

What stuff is this?-How fay you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.

Ant.

A space whose every cubit

Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel

Meafure us back to Naples?—Keep in Tunis,

And let Sebaftian wake!—Say, this were death

That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, As well as he that fleeps; lords, that can prate

As amply, and unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore

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