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Sub. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an Africans Where the, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
llox. Pr'ythee, peace,
Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair foul herself Weigh'd between loáthness and obedience, at Which end the beam should bow. We've lost
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 deareft o'th' loís,
Gon. My Lord Sebakiar,
Seb. Very well.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir,
Seb. Foul weather?
Gon. I'th'commonwealth, I would by contraries
pure : No sov'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,
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
Gon. I would with Yuch perfection govern, Sir,
Seb. Save his Majesty!
Gon. I do well believe your Highnets; and did it to minifter occafion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.
2100 Ant. 'Twas you we laugh’d at.
Gon. Who, in this kind of nierry fooling am nothing to you: : so you may continue, and laugh at nothing ftill.
Ant. What a blow was there given ?
Gon. You are gentlemen of bráve metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Enter Ariel, playing folemn Mufick. (13)
Gon. No, I warrant you, I will not adventure my discretion fo weakly: will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy ?
(13) Enter Ariel, playing] This marginal dire&tion I have restor'd from the old folio's; and, surely, 'tis very necessary, it should be in. Buried; as it contains a strain of inchantment, which accounts for Gonzalo, Alonzo, &c. fo suddenly dropping asleep.
Ent, Go, sleep, and hear us,
Alon. What all so soon aflicep? I wish, mine eyes
Seb. Pleate you, Sir,
Ant. We cwo, my Lord,
All sleep but Seb. and Ant.
Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble :
Seb. What, art thou waking?
Seb. I do'; and, surely,
Ant. Noble Sebastian,
Seb. Thou doft snore didinctly;
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do.
Seb. Well: I am ftanding water.
Scb. Do fo: to ebb.
fear or Noth.
Ant. Thus Sir :
(14) Trebles thee o’er.] i. e. makes thee thrice what thou now art. Thus the two first filio's, and all the other impressions of any autho.. sity, that I have seen, exhibit the text : and the phrase is familiar, both to our Poet, and other Stage-writers of his time, Merchant of Venice. Ad 3. Sc 2.
yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, K. Ricbard III. AQ 5. Sk. 3.
Why, our battalion trebles that account. So, Pericles, Prince of Tyre;
The boatswain whistles, and the master calls,
And trebies their confusion. And so, Marston in his Sophonijka ;
Think, ev'ry bonour, that doth grace thy sword,
Trebles my love.
Seb. I have no hope, That he's undrown'd.
Ant. 0, out of that no hope, What great hope have you ? no hope, that way, is Another way so highan hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubt discovery. there. Will you, grant, with me, 'Fbat Ferdinand is drown'd?
Seb. He's gone.
Ant. Then tell me
Art. She that is Queen of Tunis, ffie that dwells. Ten leagues beyond man's life; the that from Napler Can have no note, anless the fun were poft, (The man i'th' moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; The, from whom (15) We were fea-swallow'd ; tho' some, cast again, May by that destiny perform. an act, Whereof, what's past is prologue; what to come, Is yours and my discharge
Geb. What stuff is this ? how fay yod??? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's Qucen of Tunis, So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space.
Art. A space, whofe ev'ry, 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 hach seiz'd them, why, they were no worse Than now they are : there be, that can rule Naplėsă, As well as he that sleeps ; Lords that can prate As amply, and unneceffarily, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make (15)
Sbe, for wbimai We were sea-Swal.ow'd,] Thus Mr. Po, e, wit az-Ittle reason, as authority. All the copies, that I have loen, lead-tron qubom, & And why not from? Were they not shipwreck’d, as is evident above, in their return from her?
Would I had never