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Gon. Therefore, my lord,—

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his

tongue!

Alon. I prithee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have 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 cock.

Ant. The cockerel.

Seb. Done. The wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match!

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert.—

Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So you're paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inacces-

sible, —

Seb. Yet—

Adr. Yet—

Ant. He could not miss it.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and

delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly

delivered.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most

sweetly.

Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.

Ant. True; save means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

 37 Ha, ha, ha! etc.; cf. n.

41 miss it; cf. n.

43 temperance: temperature (In the next line Temperance is a proper noun)

