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Ant. Widow, a pox o'chat : how .came that widow in ? widow Dido ! 8

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

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that : she was of Carshage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage ?
Gon. I assure you, Cartbage.
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?

Seb. I think, he will carry this Nand home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Ant. And sowing the kerr.els of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.

Gon. I
Ant. Why, in good time.

Gin. Sir, we are talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of

your daughter, who is now Queen.
Ant. And the rarest 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 fich'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 sense. Would I had never
Married my daughter there! For, coming thence,
My son is loft ; and, in my race, she too ;
Who is so far from Italy remov’d,
I ne'er again shall see her : 0 thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish

8 The name of a widow brings having made many widows in to their minds their own thip- Naples. u reck, which they consider as Vol. I.



Hath made his meal on thee?

Fran. Sir, he may live. I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whole enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge molt iwola that met him : his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty strokes To th' fhore that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As ftooping to relieve him. I not doubt, He came alive to land.

Aloi. No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, * But rather lose her to an African; Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

Alin. Pr’ythee, peace.

Seb. You were kneelid to, and importuned otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between lothness and obedience, at Which end the beam should bow. We've lost your son, 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 o'th' lofs.

Gon. My lord Sibastian,
The truth, you speak, doch lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in : you rub the fore,
When you should bring the plaister.

Seb. Very well.
Ant. And mot chirurgeonly.

9. It does not clearly appear the fleet destroyed. Why, in. : shether the King and these lords deed, should Sebastian plot a

thought the ship loit. This paf- gainst his brother in the followfage seems to imply that they ing Scene unless he knew how were themselves confident of re to find the kingdom which he turning, but imagined part of was to inherit.


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

S:6. Foul weather?
Ant. Very foul.
Gon. Had I the plantation of this isle, my lord,
Ant. He'd fow't with nettle-feed.
Seb. Or docks, or mallows.
Gon. And were the King on’t, what would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.

Gon. I'th' commonwealth, I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; wealch, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, 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 Sov'reigney.

Sib. And yet he would be King on't.

Airt. 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 foyzon, all abundance
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying ’mong his subjects ?
At. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, Sir,
T'excel the golden age.

Seb. Save his Majesty !
Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

The latter end of his common ment, and the impracticable inwealth forgets the beginning ) all conntent Schemes therein rethis lealogue is a mae Satire on commended, WARBURTON. the Utopian (r.atises of GovernD 2


Gon. And do you mark me, Sr?
Alon. Pr’ythee no more; thou dost talk nothing to

(me. Gon. I do well believe your Highness; and did it to minifter occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.

Ant. 'I was you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in chis kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you : so you inay continue, and laugh at nothing still.

Ant. What a blow was there given ?
Seb. An it had not fallen Aat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal ; you would life the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks wichout changing.

Enter Ariel, playing solemn Musick.
Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, my good lord, be not angry.

Gun. No, I warrant you, I will not adventure my discretion so weakly; will you laugh me aseep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go, sleep, and hear us,

Alon. What, all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes Would with themselves shut up my thoughts: I find, I hey are inclin'd to do so.

Seb. Pleafe you, Sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits forrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you

And watch your safety.
Ant. Thank you : wond'rous heavy

(All seep bul Seb. and Ant. Seb. What a strange drowsiness poffefles them? sitt. It is the quality o'th' climate.


your rest,

Seb. Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids sink ? I find not
Myself dispos’d to seep

Ani, Nor I, my spirits are nimble :
They fell together all as by consent,
They dropt as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian— 0, what might no more.
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee, and
My strong imagination fees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking ?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?

Seb. I do; and, surely,
It is a neepy language ; and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say ?
This is a strange repole, to be asleep
With eyes wide open : ftanding, speaking, moving ;
And yet so fast alleep.

Ani. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune seep ; die rather : wink'st, Whilst thou art waking.

Seb. Thou dost snore disinctly ;
There's meaning in thy snores.

Ant. I am more serious than my custom. You
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'cr.

Şeb. Well: I am standing wa'er.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

Seb. Do fo: to ebb
Hereditary sloth instructs me.

Ant. O!
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Vihilst thus you mock it ; how, in Itripping it,
You more invest is, ebbing men, inded,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear or Noth.
Seb. Priythee, say on


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