SCENE. I.— Anothbr Part of the Island

Enter Alonso, Sébastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrun.

Francisco, andolhers,

Gon, 'Beseech you, Sir, be merry; you hâve cause. (So hâve >ve all)of joy : for our escape Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Is common ; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Hâve just our thème of woe : but for the miracle, I mean our préservation, few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely, good Sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort.

J/on.^Pr'ythee, peace.

Seh, He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Ànt. The visitor will not give him o*er so.

Seh. Look, he*s winding up the watch of his wit; by aod by it will strike.

• Gon. Sir,— Seh. One:— Tell.

Gon. When every grief is enlerlaincd, that's ofiFer'd, Comei toilhe enlerlainer—

Seh. A dollar.

G(m. Dolour cornes to him, indecd; you havc spoken truer ihan you purposed.

Seh. You hâve taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my Lofd,—

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