Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you fhould.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Ant. Fie, what a fpend-thrift is he of his tongue? Alon. I pr'ythee fpare.

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, firft begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: the wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this island feem to be defart-
Sob. Ha, ha, ha,-So, you're paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almoft inacceffible-
Seb. Yet,-

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not mifs't.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle, as he most learnedly deliver'd.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here moft fweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True, fave means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none or-little.

Gon. How lufh and lufty the grafs looks? how

green?

Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green

Ant. He miffes not much.

in't.

Seb. No: he does but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit

Seb.

Seb. As. many voucht rarities are.

Gon. That our garments being (as they were) drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than ftain'd with falt-water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not fay, he lies?

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Afric, at the marriage of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.

Seb. "Twas a fweet marriage, and we profper well

in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch a paragon to their Queen.

Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time.

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

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

Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me ftudy of that she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage? .

Gon. I affure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant.What impoffible matter will he make eafy next? Seb. I think, he will carry this ifland home in his pocket, and give it his fon for an apple.

Ant. And fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring forth more iflands.

Gon. Ay.

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen.

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Ant. And the rareft 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 fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage.]
Alon. You cram thefe words into mine ears against
The ftomach of my sense. Would I had never
Married my daughter there! For, coming thence,
My fon is loft; and, in my rate, she too;
Who is fo far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again fhall fee her: O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee?

Fran. Sir, he may live.

I saw him beat the furges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water;
Whofe enmity he flung afide, and breafted

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 stooping 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 fhe, 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 otherwife By all of us; and the fair foul herself

Weigh'd between lothnefs and obedience, at

Which end the beam should bow. We've loft your fon, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

More widows in them of this business' making,

Than

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 fome gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the fore, When you should bring the plaifter.

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.*Ï'th'commonwealth, I would by contraries "Execute all things: for no kind of traffick "Would I admit; no name of magistrate; "Letters fhall not be known; wealth, poverty, "And use of service, none; contract, fucceffion, "Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; "No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oyl; "No occupation, all men idle, all,

"And women too; but innocent and pure: "No Sov'reignty.

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

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Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common, nature fhould produce, "Without fweat or endeavour. Treafon, felony, "Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,

The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.] All this Dialogue is a fine Satire on the Utopean Treatifes of Government, and the impracticable inconsistant Schemes therein recommended. Would

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"Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, * Of its own kind, all foifon, 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 Magefty!

Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Gon. And, do you mark me, Sir?

Alon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou doft talk nothing

to me.

Gon. I do well believe your Highnefs; and did it to minifter occafion to thefe gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible 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 fhe would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel, playing folemn Mufic.

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 discretion fo weakly: will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go, fleep, and hear us.

Alon. What all fo foon afleep? I wish, mine eyes Would with themselves fhut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclin'd to do so.

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·all foison, all abundance.] foifon fignifies the great Plenty of any Thing.

Seb.