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(of thce, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who And raptin secret studies. Thy false uncle

Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
of whence I am; nor that I am niore better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. "Tis time
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.-- So:
| Loys down his mantle.
Lietheremy art.—Wipe thou thine eyes; havecom ort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
so safely order'd, that there is no soul —
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit
down;
For thou must now know further.
Mira. You have often
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd,
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.
Pro. The hour's now come:
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
obey, and be attentive Can'st thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not
Out three years old.
Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Of anything the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mira. 'Tis far off;
And rather like a dream than an assurance,
That my remembrance warrants: Ilad I not
l'our or five women once, that tended me?
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it,
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou cle
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'staught, ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since,
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said — thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess; – no worse issued.
Mira. O, the heavens !
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was’t, we did?
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;
But blessedly hop hither.
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle call’d Antonio, -
I pray thee, mark me, – that a brother should
Be so perfidious! — he, whom next thyself
Of all the world I lov’d, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,

1)ost thou attend me?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully. -
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,

How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash for over-topping; new created

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The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them,

or else new form'd them: having both the key
of officer and office, set all hearts -
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.- Thou attend'st not :
I pray thee, mark me.

Mura. O, good sir, I do. -
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate

To closeness, and the bettering of my mind

With that, which, but by being so retir’d,
o'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature ; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great - -
As my trust was ; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He, being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might clse exact, — like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,

Made such a sinner of his memory,

To credit his own lie, – he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: — Hence his ambition
Growing, — Dost hear?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he played it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!— my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow’d, (alas! poor Milan')
To most ignoble stooping.
Mira. O, the heavens !
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,
If this might be a brother.
Mira. I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Pro. Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises, –
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, –
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira. Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out them,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business,
Which now's upon us; without the which, this story
Were most impertiment.

Mira. Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?

"d to my state grew stranger, being transported,

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

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My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not
(Sodear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg’d,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sca, that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
Mira. Alack' what trouble
Was I then to you!
Pro. O ! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sca with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
Mura. How came we ashore?
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design, did give us; with
Rich garments, limens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I priz'd above my dukedom.
Mira. 'Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pro. Now I arise: —
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow,
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray
you, sir,
(Forstill 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason
For raising this sea-storm 2
Pro. Know thus far forth.-
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. —Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way; I know thou can'st not choose.--
[Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.
Enter AR1E1.

To answer thy best pleasure; belt to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl’d clouds: to thy strong bidding task
Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.
Iboarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
The meet, andjoin: Jove's lightnings, the precursors
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

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;|And sight-out-running were not : The fire, and crack.
of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and mak: his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro. My brave spirit:
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason 2
Art. Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair.)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And al/ the der's/s are here.
Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
-ori. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
_{ri. Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle :
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left, cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Pro. of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?
Ari. Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still—vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd :
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.
Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?
Art. Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and
mow,
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Atri. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pro. How now? moody?
What is't thou can'st demand?
Ari. My liberty.
Pro. Before the ti
Ari. I pray thee,

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me be out? no more.

Remember, I have done thce worthy service;

Ari, All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou did'st pro-

To bate me a full year.

mise Pro. Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari, No.

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Ari. I do not, sir.

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And left theethere; where thou did'st ventthy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island,

(Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari, Yes; Caliban, her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,

Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st

What torment I did find thee in: thy groans

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts

Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo: it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.
Atri. I thank thee, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently. .
Pro. Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Ari. That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sca;

Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.—

[Exit friel. Who hadst deserv’ Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well:

Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness on me,

Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yiclds us kind answer.

Mira. "Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.

Pro. But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us. – What ho! slave! Caliban?
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [//ithin.) There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business for
thee:

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?—

Re-enter. Akiel, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth !
Enter CALIBAN.
Cal. As wicked dew as eler my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Drop on you both a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er."
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as homey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.
Cal. I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st
give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, on pits, barren place, and fertile;
Curs'd be I that did so! — All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here you styme
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island. -
Pro. Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: f have us'd
thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg’d thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
-Cal. O ho, O ho! — 'would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
Pro. Abhorred slave;
Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thce speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't, which good
natures
Could not abide to be with : therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
d more than a prison.
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse: The red plague rid you,
For learning me your language!
Pro. Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Cal. No, pray thee! — -
I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would controul my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Pro. So, slave, hence [Exit Caliban.
Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing;
Feadinand following him.
Aniel's SONG.
Come unto to these yellow sands,

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And then take hands:
Curt'sied when you have, and kiss'd,
(The wild waves whist,)
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, Hark!

Mira. Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Mila
And his brave son, being twain.
Pro. The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control the
If now 'twere fit to do’t:—At the first sight [Lostd,
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [Dispersedly. They have chang'd eyes:–Delicate Ariel,
The watch-dogs bark: I’ll set thee free for this " — A word, good sir;
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [Dispersedly. [I fear you have done yourself some wrong: A word.
Hark, Hark! I hear Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
The strain of strutting chanticlere Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. That e'er I sigh’d for: pity move my father,
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or To be inclin'd my way!
the earth 2 Fer. O., if a virgin,
It sounds no more: — and sure, it waits upon And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, The queen of Naples. -
Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Pro. Soft, sir; one word more. —
This musick crept by me upon the waters; They are both in either's powers: but this swift bu-
Allaying both their fury, and my passion, siness -
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside.
Or it hath drawn me rather: But 'tis gone. Make the prize light.— One word more, I charge thee,
No, it begins again. That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
ARIEL sings. The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Full fathom five thy father lies; Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
Of his bones are coral made; From me, the lord on’t.
Those are pearls that were his eyes: "er. No, as I am a man.
Nothing of him that doth fade, Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
But doth suffer a sea-change If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Into something rich and strange. Good things will strive to dwell with’t.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Pro. Follow me. — [To Ferd.
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. — Come.
[Burden, ding-dong. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:- Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
This is no mortal business, nor no sound The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
That the earth owes : — I hear it now above me, JWherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, Fer. No;
And say, what thou seest yond'. I will resist such entertainment, till
Mira. What is't 2 a spirit 2 Mine enemy has more power. [He draws.

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Mira. O, dear father,

It carries a brave form: – But 'tis a spirit. Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such] He's gentle, and not fearful.
senses Pro. What, I say,

As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, My foot my tutor Put thy sword up, traitor;
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd] Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con-
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call science

him. Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And strays about to find them. And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. I might call him Mira. Beseech yon, fathers
A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.
I ever saw so noble. Mira. Sir, have pity;

Pro. It goes on, [Asside. I'll be his surety.
As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thces Pro. Silence: one word more
Within two days for this. Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!

Fer. Most sure, the goddess An advocate for an impostor? hush
On whom these airs attend! — Vouchsafe, my prayer Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he,
May know, if yon remain upon this island; Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench!
And that you will some good instruction give, To the most of men this is a Caliban,
How I may bear me here: My prime request, And they to him are angels.
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! Mira. My affections

If you be made, or no? Are then most humble; I have no ambition
Mira. No wonder, sir; To see a goodlier man.
But certainly a maid. Pro. Come on; obey: [To Ferd.
Fer. My language! heavens !— Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
I am the best of them that speak this speech, And have no vigour in them.
Were I but where 'tis spoken. Fer. So they are:

Pro. How ! the best? My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound "P.
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?|My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
Fer. A single thing, as fam now, that wonders/The wreck of all my friends, or thi: ” threats
To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me; To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; , , |Might I but through my prison once day
Who with mine eyes, ne’er since at ebb, beheld Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
The king my father wreck'd. Let liberty make use of; space enough

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6 THE TEMPEST.

Have I in such a prison.
Pro. It works:– Come on. —
Thou hast doue well, fine Ariel ! — Follow me. —

Hark, what thon 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 mow came from him.
Pro. Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
.dri. To the syllable.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him.

A C T II. SCENE I. — Another part of the Island. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTonio, Gonzalo, Aprus N, FRANcisco, and others.

[Act II. Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in't. Ant. He misses not much.

[To Ferd, and Mir. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
[To Ariel. Gon. But the rarity of it is, (which is indeed al-

most beyond credit) —

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were,

ldrenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their

freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, that

stain'd with salt water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, he lies?

[Exeunt. 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 prosper well in our return.

Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

paragon to their queen. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow 2 a pox o' that! How came that wi

The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, dow in 7 Widow Dido'

Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,

I mean our preservation, few in millions

Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh

Our sorrow with our comfort.
Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

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

by and by it will strike. Gon. Sir, – Seb. One: — Tell.

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

Comes to the entertainer — Seb. A dollar.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spo

ken truer than you purposed.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you

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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?
Seb. The old cock.
Ant. The cockrel.
Seb. Dome: The wager?
Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match.
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, —
Seb. Ha, ha, ha!
Ant. So, you've paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, –

Seb. Yet —
Adr. Yet —
Ant. He could not miss it,

Seb. What if he had said, widower Aeneas too? good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. 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 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. Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. 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. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, . Who is so far from Italy removed, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee!

Fran. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de-whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted

licate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

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Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,

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