As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.

Ari.

To the fyllable.

Pro. Come, follow: fpeak not for him. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. Another part of the island.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

have caufe

Gon. 'Befeech you, fir, be merry: you
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our lofs: Our hint of woe
Is common; every day, fome failor's wife,

The mafters of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our prefervation, few in millions

Can fpeak like us: then wifely, good fir, weigh Our forrow with our comfort.

Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The vifitor will not give him o'er fo. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. When every grief is entertained, that's offer'd,

Comes to the entertainer

Seb.

A dollar.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have fpoken truer than you purpos'd.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,—

Ant. Fie, what a fpendthrift 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, first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: The wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this island seem to be defert,-. Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've pay'd.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inacceffible,→ Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss it.

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 most sweetly.
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 grass looks? how

green?

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He miffes not much.

Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost beyond credit,)—

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Seb. As many vouch'd 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 falfely pocket up his report.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Africk, 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 such 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 study of that: fhe was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, fir, 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. Aut. What impossible matter will he make easy next?

Seb. I think, he will carry this island 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 islands.

Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gen. 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 rareft that e'er came there. Seb. 'Bate, I befeech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Gon. Is not, fir, my doublet 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 these words into mine ears against
The stomach of my fenfe: 'Would I had never
Marry'd my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My fon is loft; and, in my rate, fhe toc,
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 ftrange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

Fran.

Sir, he may live;
I faw him beat the furges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whofe 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 stroke

To the shore, that o'er his wave-born 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 lose her to an African;

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

Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd other

wife

By all of us; and the fair foul herself

Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Which end o' the beam fhe'd bow. We have loft your fon,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this bufinefs making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's
Your own.

Alon. So is the dearest of the 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 plafter.

Seb.

Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good fir,

When you are cloudy.

Seb.

Ant.

Foul weather?

Very foul.

Gon. Had I a plantation of this ifle, my lord,Ant. He'd fow it with nettle-feed.

Seb.

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 con
traries

Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters fhould not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,
Succeffions; 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.