Ant. And moft chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir, When you are cloudy. Seb. Fout weather? Ant. Very foul. Gon. Had I the plantation of this ifle, my lord- Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do? And women too; but innocent and pure: Seb. And yet he would be King on't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. Gon. All things in common nature should produce, Without fweat or endeavour. Treafon, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature fhould bring forth, Of its own kind, all foyzon, 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, Sir, T'excel the golden age. Seb. Save his Majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! me. Gon. And, do you mark me, Sir? Alon. Pr'ythee no more; thou doft talk nothing to Gon. I do well believe your Highness; and did it to minifter occafion to thefe gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible C 2 fenfible and nimble lungs, that they always ufe 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 fill. Ant. What a blow was there given?, Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. UL Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if the would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter Ariel, playing folemn Mufick. Seb. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling. Gon. No, I warrant you, I will not adventure my difcretion fo weakly; will you laugh me afleep, for I am very heavy ? Ant. Go, fleep, and hear us. Alon. What, all fo foon afleep? I wish, mine eyes Would with themfelves fhut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclin'd to do fo.. Seb. Please you, Sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. Ant. We two, my lord, Will guard your perfon, while you take your reft, And watch your safety." Alon. Thank you: wond'rous heavy. [All fleep but Seb. and Ant. Seb. What a ftrange drowfinefs poffeffes them? Ant. It is the quality o'th' climate. Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not Ant. Nor I, my fpirits are nimble: They fell together all as by confent, They dropt as by a thunder-ftroke. What might, Worthy SebaftianO, what might no more. And And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face, : What thou should't be th' occafion speaks thee, and Seb. What, art thou waking? It is a fleepy language; and thou speak' With eyes wide open: ftanding, fpeaking, moving; Ant. Noble Sebaftian, Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep: die.rather wink'st, Seb. Thou doft fnore diftinctly; There's meaning in thy fnores. Ant. I am more ferious than my cuftom. You Must be so too, if heed me; which to do, Trebles thee o'er. (8) Seb. Well: I am standing water. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Hereditary floth inftructs me. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, By their own fear or floth. Seb. Pr'ythee, fay on; The fetting of thine eye and cheek proclaim (8) Trebles thee o'er.] i. e. makes thee thrice what thou now art, Thus the two first Folio's, and all the other Impreffions of any Authority, that I have feen, exhibit the Text and the Phrase is familiar both to our Poet, and other Stage-Writers of his Time. Troubles thee o'er- is a foolish Reading, which, I believe, first got Birth in Mr. Pope's two Editions of our Poet; and, I dare fay, will lie buried there in a proper Obfcurity. A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, When he is earth'd ;) hath here almoft perfuaded Seb. I have no hope, That he's undrown'd. Ant. O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you ? no hope, that way, Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, : 7. But doubt difcovery there. Will you grant, with me, That Ferdinand is drown'd? Seb. He's gone. Ant. Then tell me Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb. Claribel. Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis fhe that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples Can have no note, unless the fun were post, (The man i'th moon's too flow) till new-born chins We were fea-fwallow'd; tho' fome, caft again, Whereof, what's paft is prologue; what to come, Seb. What ftuff 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 fome space. Ant. A fpace, whofe ev'ry cubit Seems to cry out, how fhall that Claribel That now hath feiz'd them, why, they were no worse Than Than now they are: there be, that can rule Naples, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore For your advancement! do you understand me? Ant. And how does your content You did fupplant your brother Profp'ro. And, look, how well my garments fit upon me; Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that ? If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper: Ten confciences, that stand 'twixt me and Milan, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend, Shall be my precedent: as thou got' Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword; one ftroke Ant. Draw together: And when I rear my hand, do C 4 Το |