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Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.
Foul weather? Ant.
Very foul. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
Or docks, or mallows. 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 should not be known; no use of service, Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Successions; 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 sovereignty :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 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 subjects?. . Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.
'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon.
And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing
to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible 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; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
Ant. What a blow was there given?
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 invisible, playing solemn musick. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.' Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
[All sleep but Alon. See. and Ant.
Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
We two, my lord,
Thank you: Wond'rous heavy.
[Alonso sleeps. Exit ARIEL. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Seb.
Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not Myself dispos’d to sleep.
Ant. ' Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
What, art thou waking? · Ant. Do you not hear me speak? Seb.
I do; and, surely, It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving: And yet so fast asleep. Ant.
Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.
Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you :
Well; I am standing water.
Do so: to ebb, Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Pr’ythee, say on :
Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this (Who shall be of as little memory, When he is earth’d,) hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) The king, his son's alive ; 'tis as impossible That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims.
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, is Another way so high an hope, that even.
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
Then, tell me,
Claribel. : Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she, from whom We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours and my discharge. Seb.
What stuff is this?--How say you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; So is she heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions There is some space. Ant.
A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian 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 sleeps ; lords, that can prate As amply, and unnecessarily, . As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough' of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
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