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The stomach of my sense.
Would I had never
Sir, he may live :
head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, 120 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
loss, That would not bless our Europe with your
Prithee, peace. Seb. You were kneeld to and importuned
otherwise By all of us, and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at
109. rate, estimation.
127. Who hath cause to wet the grief on't, (she) who has cause to fill your eyes with tears.
130. loathness, reluctance.
beam should bow, which scale
Which end o' the beam should bow. We have
lost your son,
So is the dear'st o' the loss.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
Foul weather ?
Or docks, or mallows.
135. the dear'st, the most 143. plantation, a colony. grievously missed portion.
Antonio affects to understand 140. chirurgeonly, like the word in the sense now alone surgeon.
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 such perfection govern, sir,
'Save his majesty!
And,—do you mark me, sir ? Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing 170 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 laughed 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 !
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.
163. it, its.
178. to, in comparison with. ib. foison, plenty.
174. sensible, sensitive, easily 181. flat - long, like a blow moved.
Enter ARIEL, invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
Gon. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
[All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish nine
eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I
Please you, sir,
We two, my lord,
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
might, 185. a bat-fowling, the hunt- i.e. hear them laughing at him. ing of bats by night; they were 194. omit the heavy offer of it, scared with flames and knocked neglect its slumberous invitation. down with poles.
203. consent, common agree. 190. Go sleep, and hear us,
Worthy Sebastian? O, what might ?—No more :
What, art thou waking ?
I do; and surely
Thou dost snore distinctly;
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Well, I am standing water.
Do so: to ebb
Prithee, say on:
207. speaks, proclaims.
thrice the man you are. 217. distinctly, articulately. 226. Ebbing men, men of de221. Trebles thee, makes you clining fortunes.