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Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit, —
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
Gon. —that our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses ; being rather new dyed than stain'd with salt 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 Afric, 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.
Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen.
5 i. e. juicy, succulent.
8 A tint or tinge of green. So in Sandy's Travels: “ Cloth of silver, tissued with an eye of green;" and Bayle says: “Red with an eye of blue makes a purple.”
. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that widow in ? Widow Dido!
Seb. What if he had said widower Æneas 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.
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. 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.
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.
* Alluding to
« The Gift to king Amphion
That walled a city with its melody." A lute was given to Amphion by Mercury, and with it he mar. shalled the stones of Thebes into their places.
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 remoy'd, 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:
No, no; he's gone.
Pr’ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd
otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself
8. The meaning of this line will be clear enough, if who be understood as referring to eye. Who and which were often used indiscriminately,
Weigh’d, between loathness and obedience, at Which end o' the beam she'd bow.' We have lost
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
My lord Sebastian,
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
Foul weather ?
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' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too; but innocent and pure: No sovereignty :
i. e. she was in doubt towards which scale of the balance she should incline.
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! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon.
And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thou dost talk noth
ing to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did
10 An engine was a term applied to any kind of machine in Shakespeare's age.
11 Foison is only another word for plenty or abundance of provision, but chiefly of the fruits of the earth.
12 In Montaigne's Essay “Of the Cannibals,” translated by Florio in 1603, is the following : “ Me seemeth that what in those nations we see by experience, doth not only exceed all the pictures wherewith licentious poesy hath proudly embellished the golden age, and all her quaint inventions to feign a happy condition of man, but also the conception and desire of philosophy. - It is a nation, would I answer Plato, that hath no kind of traffic, no knowledge of letters, no intelligence of numbers, no name of magistrate, nor of politic superiority; no use of service, of riches, or of poverty; no contracts, no successions, no dividences ; no occupation, but idle ; no respect of kindred, but common; no apparel, but natural; no manuring of lands; no use of wine, corn, or metal. The very words that import lying, falsehood, treason, dissimulation, covetousness, envy, detraction, and pardon, were never heard amongst them.” From which it is plain enough, that Montaigne and Gonzalo must have been together, and “ fed on one thought.”
H. VOL. I.