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Seb. He hath .. TEMPEST.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.
Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort*..
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears against
Sir, he may live;
No, no, he's gone.
* Degree or quality,
That would not bless our Europe with your daugh
your son, 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 of the loss.
My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in : you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster. Seb.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
Foul weather ?
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 traffic 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 :
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 foizont, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knäves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. Seb.
'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon.
And, do you mark me, sir ? Alon. Prythée, 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 ! Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. 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 music.
Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
[All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts !
Please you, sir,
We two, my lord,
Thank you : wondrous 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?
I do; and, surely,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st
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 pursuaded (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 in
O, out of that no hope,
Then, tell me, Who's the next heir of Naples ?