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Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit, By and by it will strike
Gon. Sir
Seb. One: Tell
Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind, That's offer'd comes to th' entertainer
Seb. A dollor
Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue spoken truer then you purpos'd
Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you should
Gon. Therefore my Lord
Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue
Alon. I pre-thee spare
Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet
Seb. He will be talking
Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, First begins to crow?
Seb. The old c.o.c.ke
Ant. The c.o.c.krell
Seb. Done: The wager?
Ant. A Laughter
Seb. A match
Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert
Seb. Ha, ha, ha
Ant. So: you'r paid
Adr. Vninhabitable, and almost inaccessible
Seb. Yet
Adr. Yet
Ant. He could not misse't
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench
Seb. I, and a subtle, as he most learnedly deliuer'd
Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly
Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen
Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life
Ant. True, saue meanes to liue
Seb. Of that there's none, or little
Gon. How lush and l.u.s.ty the gra.s.se lookes?
How greene?
Ant. The ground indeed is tawny
Seb. With an eye of greene in't
Ant. He misses not much
Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally
Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit
Seb. As many voucht rarieties are
Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and glosses, being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte water
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would it not say he lyes?
Seb. I, or very falsely pocket vp his report
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 since widdow Dido's time
Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow in? Widdow Dido!
Seb. What if he had said Widdower aeneas too?
