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, Alon. So is the dearest of the lofs. Gon. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, 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,- Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Succeffions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : And women too; but innocent and pure: 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 Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, 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. 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? 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, What thou should'ft be: the occasion speaks thee; and Dropping upon thy head. Seb. What, art thou waking? Ant. Do you not hear me speak? I do; and, furely, It is a fleepy language; and thou speak'st This is a strange repofe, to be asleep With eyes wide open; ftanding, fpeaking, moving, 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, 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 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 That Ferdinand is drown'd? Seb. 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; Whereof what's paft is prologue; what to come, Seb. What stuff is this?-How fay you? 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 The |