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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.
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.
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.
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.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears against
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,
Seb. Very well.
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,
S:6. Foul weather?
Gon. I'th' commonwealth, I would by contraries
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,
Seb. No marrying ’mong his subjects ?
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, Sir,
Seb. Save his Majesty !
✓ 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?
(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 ?
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.
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,
Ant. We two, my lord,
(All seep bul Seb. and Ant. Seb. What a strange drowsiness poffefles them? sitt. It is the quality o'th' climate.
Ani, Nor I, my spirits are nimble :
Seb. What, art thou waking ?
Seb. I do; and, surely,
Ani. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune seep ; die rather : wink'st, Whilst thou art waking.
Seb. Thou dost snore disinctly ;
Ant. I am more serious than my custom. You
Şeb. Well: I am standing wa'er.
Seb. Do fo: to ebb