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2.1Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima.

Critical ApparatusEnter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, [Francisco.]

Gonz. Beseech you Sir, be merry; you haue cause,

2(So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape

3Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe

4Is common, euery day, some Saylors wife,

5The Masters of some Merchant, and the Merchant

6Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,

7(I meane our preseruation) few in millions

8Can speake like vs: then wisely (good Sir) weigh

9Our sorrow, with our comfort.

Alons. Prethee peace.


Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge.

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Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so.

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Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit, by and by it will 13strike.

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Gon. Sir.

Seb. One: Tell.

Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,

15That's offer'd comes to th'entertainer.


Seb. A dollor.


Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue spoken truer then 18you 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.

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Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?


Seb. The old Cocke.


Ant. The Cockrell.


Seb. Done: The wager?


Ant. A Laughter.


Seb. A match.


Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert.

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[Ant.] Ha, ha, ha.


[Seb.] 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.

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Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse 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.

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Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost 53beyond credit.


Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.

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Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht Critical Apparatus56in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and [glosse], being 57rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte water.


Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would it 59not say he lyes?


Seb. I, or very falsely pocket vp his report.

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Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as when 62we put them on first in Affricke, at the marriage of the kings faire 63daughter 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 66Queene.


Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time.


Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow 69in? Widdow Dido!

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Seb. What if he had said Widdower Æneas too? Good Lord, how 71you take it?


Adri. Widdow Dido said you? You make me study of 73that: 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 Island home in his pocket, and 81giue it his sonne for an Apple.


Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring forth more 83Islands.


Gon. I.

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Ant. Why in good time.


Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seeme now 87as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, 88who is now Queene.


Ant. And the rarest 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 93I wore it? I meane in a sort.


Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.


Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.

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Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, against

97The stomacke of my sense: would I had neuer

98Married my daughter there: For comming thence

99My sonne is lost, and (in my rate) she too,

pg 1548100Who is so farre from Italy remoued,

101I ne're againe shall see her: O thou mine heire

102Of Naples and of Millaine, what strange fish

103Hath made his meale on thee?

Fran. Sir he may liue,

104I saw him beate the surges vnder him,

105And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water

106Whose enmity he flung aside: and brested

107The surge most swolne that met him: his bold head

Critical Apparatus108'Boue the contentious waues he kept and oared

Critical Apparatus109Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke

110To th'shore; that ore his waue-worne basis bowed

111As stooping to releeue him: I not doubt

112He came aliue to Land.

Alon. No, no, hee's gone.


Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse,

114That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter,

Critical Apparatus115But rather loose her to an Affrican,

116Where she at least, is banish'd from your eye,

117Who hath cause to wet the greefe on't.

Alon. Pre-thee peace.


Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwise

119By all of vs: and the faire soule her selfe

Critical Apparatus120Waigh'd betweene loathnesse, and obedience, at

Critical Apparatus121Which end o'th'beame should bow: we haue lost your son,

122I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue

Critical Apparatus123Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making,

Critical Apparatus124Then we bring men to comfort them: the faults your owne.


Alon. So is the deer'st oth'losse.

Gon. My Lord Sebastian,

126The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse,

127And time to speake it in: you rub the sore,

128When you should bring the plaister.


Seb. Very well.

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Ant. And most Chirurgeonly.


Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,

Critical Apparatus132When you are cloudy.

Seb. Fowle weather?

Ant. Very foule.


Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord.


Ant. Hee'd sow't with Nettle-seed.

Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.


Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do?

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Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.


Gon. I'th'Commonwealth I would (by contraries)

138Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke

139Would I admit: No name of Magistrate:

Critical Apparatus140Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,

141And vse of seruice, none: Contract, Succession,

Critical Apparatus142Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:

143No vse of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:

144No occupation, all men idle, all:

145And Women too, but innocent and pure:

146No Soueraignty.

Seb. Yet he would be King on't.


Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets the beginning.


Gon. All things in common Nature should produce

149Without sweat or endeuour: Treason, fellony,

150Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine

151Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth

Critical Apparatus152Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance

153To feed my innocent people.


Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects?


Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,


Gon. I would with such perfection gouerne Sir:

Critical Apparatus157T'Excell the Golden Age.

Seb. 'Saue his Maiesty.


Ant. Long liue Gonzalo.

Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?


Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou dost talke nothing to me.


Gon. I do well beleeue your Highnesse, and did it to minister 161occasion to these Gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble 162Lungs, that they alwayes vse to laugh at nothing.


Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.


Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so 165you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.


Ant. What a blow was there giuen?

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Seb. And it had not falne flat-long.


Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would lift the 169Moone out of her spheare, if she would continue in it fiue weekes without 170changing.

Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke.

Seb. We would so, and then go a Bat-fowling.


Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.


Gon. No I warrant you, I will not aduenture my discretion so 174weakly: 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

Critical Apparatus177Would (with themselues) shut vp my thoughts, I finde

178They are inclin'd to do so.

Seb. Please you Sir,

pg 1550179Do not omit the heauy offer of it:

Critical Apparatus180It sildome visits sorrow, when it doth,

A4vCritical Apparatus Link 181It is a Comforter.

Ant. We two my Lord,

182Will guard your person, while you take your rest,

183And watch your safety.

Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy.


Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them?


Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.

Seb. Why

186Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke? I finde

187Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep.

Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:

188They fell together all, as by consent

189They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke: what might

190Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:

191And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,

192What thou should'st be: th'occasion speaks thee, and

193My strong imagination see's a Crowne

194Dropping vpon thy head.

Seb. What? art thou waking?


Ant. Do you not heare me speake?

Seb. I do, and surely

196It is a sleepy Language; and thou speak'st

197Out of thy sleepe: What is it thou didst say?

198This is a strange repose, to be asleepe

199With eyes wide open: standing, speaking, mouing:

200And yet so fast asleepe.

Ant. Noble Sebastian,

201Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe: die rather: wink'st

202Whiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly,

203There's meaning in thy snores.


Ant. I am more serious then my custome: you

205Must be so too, if heed me: which to do,

Critical Apparatus206Trebbles thee o're.

Seb. Well: I am standing water.


Ant. Ile teach you how to flow.

Seb. Do so: to ebbe

208Hereditary Sloth instructs me.

Ant. O!

209If you but knew how you the purpose cherish

210Whiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping it

211You more inuest it: ebbing men, indeed

212(Most often) do so neere the bottome run

213By their owne feare, or sloth.

Seb. 'Pre-thee say on,

214The setting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime

215A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,

pg 1551Critical Apparatus216Which throwes thee much to yeeld.

Ant. Thus Sir:

217Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this

218Who shall be of as little memory

219When he is earth'd, hath here almost perswaded

220(For hee's a Spirit of perswasion, onely

221Professes to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue,

222'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,

223As he that sleepes heere, swims.

Seb. I haue no hope

224That hee's vndrown'd.

Ant. O, out of that no hope,

225What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is

226Another way so high a hope, that euen

227Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond

228But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me

Critical Apparatus229That Ferdinand is drown'd.

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then tell me,

230Who's the next heire of Naples?

Seb. Claribell.


Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwels

232Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples

233Can haue no note, vnlesse the Sun were post:

234The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new-borne chinnes

235Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom

236We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast againe,

Critical Apparatus237(And by that destiny) to performe an act

238Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come

239In yours, and my discharge.

Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you?

240'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,

241So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions

242There is some space.

Ant. A space, whose eu'ry cubit

243Seemes to cry out, how shall that Claribell

244Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,

245And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death

246That now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worse

247Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples

248As well as he that sleepes: Lords, that can prate

249As amply, and vnnecessarily

250As this Gonzallo: I my selfe could make

251A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore

252The minde that I do; what a sleepe were this

253For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?


Seb. Me thinkes I do.

Ant. And how do's your content

255Tender your owne good fortune?

Seb. I remember

pg 1552Critical Apparatus256You did supplant your [Brother] Prospero.

Ant. True:

257And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me,

258Much feater then before: My Brothers seruants

259Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.


Seb. But for your conscience.


Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe

262'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele not

263This Deity in my bosome: 'Twentie consciences

264That stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,

265And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother,

266No better then the earth he lies vpon,

267If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)

268Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it)

269Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,

270To the perpetuall winke for aye might put

271This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who

272Should not vpbraid our course: for all the rest

273They'l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke,

274They'l tell the clocke, to any businesse that

275We say befits the houre.

Seb. Thy case, deere Friend

Critical Apparatus276Shall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine,

277I'le come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one stroke

278Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest,

279And I the King shall loue thee.

Ant. Draw together:

280And when I reare my hand, do you the like

281To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word.

Critical ApparatusEnter Ariell with Musicke and Song.

Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the danger

283That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth

284(For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.

Sings in Gonzaloes eare.

285    While you here do snoaring lie,

286    Open-ey'd Conspiracie

287    His time doth take:

A5r Link 288    If of Life you keepe a care,

289    Shake off slumber and beware.

290    Awake, awake.

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Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine.

Gon. Now, good Angels

292Preserue the King.


Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?

294Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?


Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,

296(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing

pg 1553297Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?

Critical Apparatus298It strooke mine eare most terribly.

Alo. I heard nothing.


Ant. O,' twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;

300To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare

301Of a whole heard of Lyons.

Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?


Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,

303(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:

304I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,

305I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,

306That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;

307Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.


Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search

309For my poore sonne.

Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:

310For he is sure i'th Island.

Alo. Lead away.


Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue done.

312So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son.


Notes Settings


Critical Apparatus Francisco orgel; Francisco, and others jaggard. There are no 'others' required for this scene. A similar call for other non-speaking parts occurs at the beginning of 3.3 ('&c.' in jaggard), but when the group of noblemen and courtiers enter at–5 there are no 'others'. orgel thought 'the supernumerary characters were erroneously included in Crane's text'. One explanation would be that Shakespeare might not have included the names of all of the characters required for the scene (e.g. 'Adrian, Francisco') and someone—Crane?—added them later, without deleting Shakespeare's 'and others'.
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2.1.12–3 Looke … strike. pope; verse jaggard: wit,
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2.1.14–5 When … th'entertainer jaggard. As orgel notes, 'the blank verse line is "Sir, when every grief is entertained"', interrupted by Sebastian's sardonic comment, which Gonzalo ignores or does not hear.
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2.1.25–6 Which … crow? pope; verse jaggard: wager,|
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2.1.32–3 Ant.Seb. white (subs.); Seb.Ant. jaggard
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2.1.47–8 How … greene? pope 2 lines verse jaggard: lookes?|
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2.1.52–4 rariety … rarieties = rarity … rarities
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2.1.56 glosse dyce2 (subs.); glosses jaggard. The plural 'glosses' is intelligible, indicating that elements of the garments that were previously glossy remain as such. But the singular 'gloss' seems a preferable description of the lustrous aspect of all of the garments. OED records only this example of the plural form from the period: n. 2 'Superficial lustre. Also pl.' orgel observes that Shakespeare does not use the plural form elsewhere. The emendation in dyce2 supposes an easy misreading error in secretarial hand.
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2.1.70–1 What … it? jaggard; verse? jaggard: too?|
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2.1.85–6 Gon. … time. 1 type line in jaggard. Each speech is assigned its own line in Modern (rowe).
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2.1.96–7 You … neuer rowe; prose jaggard (2.1.96 ending 'against')
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2.1.108 kept allot; ~. jaggard
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2.1.109 stroke jaggard; strokes herringman
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2.1.115 loose = loose; lose allot, rowe. 'Lose' is also possible and both meanings may be evoked here; there would be little difference in pronunciation (compare 4.1.240). However, while 'lose' bluntly states the separation, 'loose' also carries a sexual connotation. Compare 'Ile loose my daughter to him' in Q2 Hamlet (sig. F1r/7.161).
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2.1.120 at jaggard; as collier
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2.1.121 end o'th'beame jaggard; end the beam capell
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2.1.123 Mo = More
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2.1.124 Then … owne. jowett; 2 lines jaggard: them:|
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2.1.130 Chirurgeonly jaggard. Our setting assumes that Antonio's response 'And … Chirurgeonly' makes up a verse-line with the amphibious 'Very well' (which also forms a line with 'When … plaister'). This is possible if 'Very … Chirurgeonly' also takes the second syllable of 'plaister' and 'Chirurgeonly' is four syllables. Arguably the spelling of 'surgeonly' supports this; there are no other examples of 'chirurgeon' or 'chirurgeonly' in jaggard. Antonio may use the distinctive form to mock Gonzalo's old-fashioned way of speaking.
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2.1.130–1 Seb. … Chirurgeonly. 1 type line in jaggard. Each speech is assigned its own line in Modern (rowe).
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2.1.132 Seb. … foule. 1 type line in jaggard. Each speech is assigned its own line in Modern (rowe).
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2.1.140 Riches, pouerty jaggard; poverty, riches, capell
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2.1.142 Borne = Bourn
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2.1.152 it jaggard; it's chetwinde; its herringman. A dropped terminal 's' is an easy error. But 'it' was a common form of 'its' in the period; see Abbott, 288.
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2.1.157–8 Seb.Gonzalo. 1 type line in jaggard. Each speech is assigned its own line in Modern (rowe).
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2.1.167 And = An (meaning 'if')
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2.1.177–8 Would … so. pope; thoughts| jaggard
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2.1.180–1 It … Comforter. rowe3; 1 line (at foot of page) jaggard
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2.1.181–3 We … safety. rowe3; 2 lines jaggard: person|
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2.1.206 Trebbles … o're jaggard; Troubles … o'er rowe3 1714; Troubles … not hanmer
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2.1.216 throwes = throes
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2.1.229–30 Then … Naples? pope; 1 line jaggard
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2.1.237 by that jaggard; that by johnson
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2.1.256 Brother allot ; Brothet jaggard
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2.1.276 president = precedent
Critical Apparatus Musicke and Song = Music (jowett). The cue for 'Song' anticipates Ariel's performance at 2.1.285–90, duplicating 'Sings' at Though the duplication is compatible with a playbook, it is alternatively possible that 'and Song' was added by Crane.
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2.1.291–2 Now … King. staunton; 1 line jaggard
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2.1.298 strooke = struck
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