Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as freſh as
when we put them on firſt in Affricke, at the marriage
of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.
Seb. 'Twas a ſweet marriage, and we proſper well in
our returne.
Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with ſuch a Paragon to their Queene.
Gon. Not fince widdow Dido's time.
Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow in? Widdow Dido!
Seb. What if he had ſaid Widdower Æneas too?
Good Lord, how you take it?
Adri. Widdow Dido ſaid you? You make me ſtudy
of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage.
Adri. Carthage?Gon. I aſſure you Carthage.
Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houſes too.
Ant. What impoſsible matter wil he make eaſy next?
Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Iſand home in his pocket, and giue it his fonne for an Apple.
Ant. And ſowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring
forth more Illands.
Gon. I. Ant. Why in good time.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments ſeeme
now as freth as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
of your daughter, who is now Queene.
Ant. And the rareft that ere came there.
Seb. Bate (I beſeech you) widdow Dido.
Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido.
Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as freſh as the firſt day I
wore it? I meane in a fort.
Ant. That ſort was well fiſh'd for.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.
Alon. You cram theſe words into mine eares, againſt
the ſtomacke of my ſenſe: would I had neuer
Married my daughter there: For comming thence
My ſonne is loſt, and (in my rate) ſhe too,
Who is ſo farre from Italy removed,
I ne're againe ſhall ſee her: O thou mine heire
Of Naples and of Millaine, what ſtrange fiſh
Hath made his meale on thee?
Fran. Sir he may liue,
I saw him beate the ſurges vnder him,
And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water
Whoſe enmity he flung aſide: and breſted
The ſurge moſt ſwolne that met him: his bold head
'Boue the contentious waues he kept. and oared
Himſelfe with his good armes in luſty ſtroke
To th'fhore; that ore his waue-worne baſis bowed
As ſtooping to releeue him: I not doubt
He came aliue to Land.
Alon. No, no, hee's gone.
Seb. Sir you may thank your ſelfe for this great loſſe,
That would not bleſſe our Europe with your daughter,
Bat rather looſe her to an Affrican ,
Where ſhe at leaſt, is baniſh'd from your eye,
Who hath cauſe to wet the greefe on't.
Alon. Pre-thee peace.
Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwiſe
By all of vs: and the faire ſoule her ſelfe
Waigh'd betweene loathneſſe, and obedience, at
Which end o’th'beame ſhould bow: we haue loſt your
I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue(ſon,
Mo widdowes in them of this buſineſſe making,
Then we bring men to comfort them:
The faults your owne.
Alon. So is the deer'ſt oth'loſſe.
Gon. My Lord Sebaſtian,
The truth you ſpeake doth lacke ſome gentleneſſe,
And time to ſpeake it in: you rub the ſore,
When you ſhould bring the plaiſter.
Seb. Very well.Ant. And moſt Chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,
When you are cloudy.
Seb. Fowle weather?Ant. Very foule.
Gon. Had I plantation of this Iſle my Lord.
Ant. Hee'd ſow't vvith Nettle-ſeed.
Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.
Gon. And were the King on't, what vvould I do?
Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.
Gon. I'th'Commonwealth I vvould (by contraries)
Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke
Would I admit: No name of Magiſtrate:
Letters ſhould not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
And vſe of ſeruice, none: Contract, Succeſsion ,
Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:
No vſe of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:
No occupation, all men idle, all:
And Women too, but innocent and pure:
No Soueraignty.
Seb. Yet he vvould be King on't.
Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets
the beginning.
Gon. All things in common Nature ſhould produce
Without ſweat or endeuour: Treaſon, fellony,
Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine
Would I not have: but Nature ſhould bring forth
Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance
To feed my innocent people.
Seb. No marrying 'mong his ſubiects?
Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,
Gon. I vvould vvith ſuch perfection gouerne Sir:
T'Excell the Golden Age.
Seb. 'Saue his Maieſty.Ant. Long liue Gonzalo.
Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?(me.
Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou doſt talke nothing to
Gon. I do vvell beleeue your Highneſſe, and did it
to miniſter occaſion to theſe Gentlemen, who are of
ſuch ſenſible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vſe
to laugh at nothing.
Ant. 'Twas you vve laugh'd 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 vvas there giuen?
Seb. And it had not falne flat-long.
Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would
lift the Moone out of her ſpheare, if ſhe would continue
in it fiue weekes vvithout changing.
Enter Ariell playing ſolemne Muficke.
Seb. We vvould ſo, and then go a Bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay good my Lord , be not angry.
Gon. No I warrant you, I vvill not aduenture my
diſcretion ſo weakly: Will you laugh me aſleepe, for I
am very heauy.
Ant. Go ſleepe, and heare vs.
Alon. What, all ſo ſoone aſleepe? I wiſh mine eyes
Would(with themſelues) ſhut vp my thoughts,
I finde they are inclin'd to do ſo.
Seb. Pleaſe you Sir,
Do not omit the heauy offer of it:
It ſildome viſits ſorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter.
