I faw him beat the furges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung afide, and breasted

The furge moft fwoln that met him: his bold head
"Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lufty strokes
To th' fhore that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd
As ftooping to relieve him. I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

ALON. No, no, he's gone.

SEB. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great lofs, That would not blefs our Europe with your daughter, But rather lofe her to an African;.

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

ALON. Pr'ythee, peace.

SEB. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair foul herself

Weigh'd between lothness and obedience, at
Which end the beam fhould bow. We've loft your fon,

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 Sebastian,

The truth, you speak, doth lack some gentleness,

And time to speak it in: you rub the fore,

When you should bring the plaister.

SEB. Very well.

ANT. And most chirurgeonly.'

GON. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir,

When you are cloudy.

SEB. Foul weather?

ANT. Very foul.

GON. Had I the plantation of this ifle, 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; wealth, poverty,
And ufe of service, none; contract, fucceffion,
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 fov'reignty.

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. Treafon, 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 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!

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 minifter 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: 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 metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere; if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel, playing folemn musick.

SEB. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling.
ANT. Nay, my good lord, be not angry.

GON. No, I warrant you, I will not adventure my difcretion fo weakly; will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy.

ANT. Go, fleep, and hear us.

ALON. What, all so soon asleep; I wish mine eyes would with themselves that 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 rest,

And watch your safety.

ALON. Thank you: wond'rous heavy

[All fleep but Seb. and Ant.

SEB. What a ftrange drowsiness poffeffes them?

ANT. It is the quality o'th' climate.

SEB. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not

Myfelf difpos'd to fleep.

ANT. Nor I, my fpirits are nimble :

They fell together all as by confent,

They dropt as by a thunder-stroke. What might,

And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

-no more.

What thou should'st be: the occafion speaks thee, and

My strong imagination fees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

SEB. What art thou waking?

ANT. Do you not hear me fpeak?
SEB. I do; and, furely,

It is a fleepy language; and thou fpeak'st

Out of thy fleep: what is it thou didst say

This is a ftrange repofe, to be asleep

With eyes wide open: standing, speaking, moving;

And yet so fast asleep.

ANT. Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'st thy fortune fleep; die rather: wink'ft,

Whilft thou art waking.

SEB. Thou doft Inore 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,

SEB. Well: I am standing water.
ANT. I'll teach you how to flow.
SEB. Do fo: to ebb

Hereditary floth instructs me.

ANT. O

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whilft thus you mock it; how, in ftripping it,
You more invest it, ebbing men, indeed,
Most 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
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

ANT. Thus, Sir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
Who fhall be of as little memory,

When he is earth'd, hath here almost perfuaded,
For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to perfuade the king, his fon's alive;
"Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd.

As he, that fleeps 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,

But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, That Ferdinand is drown'd?

SEB. He's gone.

ANT. Then tell me