ACT II Sc. I ALON. You cram these words into mine ears against I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, SEB. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on 't. 120 Pr'ythee, peace. SEB. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself your son, I fear, for ever; Milan and Naples have We have lost Moe widows in them of this business' making ALON. So is the dearest of the loss. GON. 130 My Lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, When you should bring the plaster. SEB. Very well. 1 estimation. ANT. And most chirurgeonly. GON. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir, When you are cloudy. SEB. ANT. Foul weather? Very foul. 140 Or docks, or mallows GON. Had I plantation of this Isle, my Lord- No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too; but innocent and pure; No sovereignty. SEB. 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, To feed my innocent people. SEB. No marrying 'mong his subjects? ANT. None, man; all idle: whores, and knaves. SEB. ANT. Long live Gonzalo ! GON. 'Save his majesty! 150 160 And-do you mark me, Sir? ALON. Pr'ythee, 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 1 plenty. ACT II ACT II Sc. I sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing. ANT. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. 171 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, playing solemn music. SEB. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.1 ANT. Nay, good my Lord, be not angry. 180 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 but ALON., SEB., and ANT. ALON. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, And watch your safety. ALON. 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 ANT. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, 200 1 bird-catching by night, with lights, nets, and staves. Worthy Sebastian -O, what might-No more: And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee, and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head. SEB. What, art thou waking? I do; and, surely, ANT. Do you not hear me speak? SEB. It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st, Although this Lord of weak remembrance-this Who shall be of as little memory, When he is earth'd-hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion, only 210 220 230 ACT II 3 important utterance. What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is That Ferdinand is drown'd? SEB. Will you grant, with me, He's gone. ANT. Then tell me, Who's the next heir of Naples ? Claribel. 241 SEB. Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In your's and my discharge.1 SEB. What stuff is this?-How say you ANT. A space whose every cubit Than now they are. There be, that can rule Naples As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore 1 performance. ? 251 260 |