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Hark what thou else shalt do me.
Mira. Be of comfort,

My father's of a better nature, Sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds; but then exactly do

All points of my command.

Ari. To th' fyllable.

Pro. Come follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I.

Another Part of the Island.

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco, and others.

GONZALO.

ESEECH you Sir, be merry: you have cause

(So have we all) of joy! for our escape Is much beyond our lofs; our hint of

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Is common; every day, some failor's
wife,

The masters of some merchant, and the merchant
Have just our theam of woe: but for the miracle,
(1 mean our prefervation) few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, goood Sir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort,

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He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Ant. The visitor will not give o'er so.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit,

by and by it will strike.

• Gon. Sir.

Seb. On : tell.

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's of

Exfer'd; comes to the entertainer

Seb. A dollor.

Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you have

spoken truer than you propos'd.

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

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Gon. Therefore, my lord.

Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue?

Alon. I pr'ythee spare.

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 ?

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'Seb. Done: the wager?

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this Island seem to be desart

Seb. Ha, ha, ha.

Ant. So: you're paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible

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All this that follows after the words, Pr'ythee peace-----to the words You cram these words, &c. feems to have been interpolated, (perhaps by the Players) the verses there beginning again; and all that is between in prose, not only being very im pertinent stuff, but most improper and ill-plac'd Drollery in the mouths of unhappy shipwreckt people. There is more of the fame fort interfpers'd in the remaining part of the Scene.

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* Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de licate 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.

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Ant. True, save means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none or little.

Gon. How lush and lufty the grafs looks? how

green?

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Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. No: he does but mistake the truth totally.

Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed al

most beyond credit

* Seb. As many voucht rarities are.

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Gon. That our garments being (as they were) drench'd in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new dy'd than stain'd with falt water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say 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 first in Africk, at the marriage ' of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we profper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never graced 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!

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• Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I assure 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 easie • 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 sea, bring forth more Islands.

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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 mar

riage of your daughter, who is now Queen.
Ant. And the rarest 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 firft

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 againft The ftomach of my sense. Would I had never 2 Married my daughter there! for coming thence My fon is loft, and, in my rate, she too,

ng Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

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

Fran. Sir, he may live.

I faw him beat the surges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trode the water,
Whose enmity he flung afide; and breasted
The furge most swoll'n that met him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lusty strokes

To th' fhore, that o'er his wave-worn basis 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 your self for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lofe her to an Affrican; 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 her felf Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at

Which end the beam should bow. We've lost your

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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 dear'st 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 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 magiftrate;
Letters should not be known; wealth, poverty,
And use of fervice, none; contract, fucceffion,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;

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