Gon. Therefore, my lord,—
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his
tongue! 25
Alon. I prithee, spare.
Gon. Well, I have done: but yet—
Seb. He will be talking. 28
Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good
wager, first begins to crow?
Seb. The old cock.
Ant. The cockerel. 32
Seb. Done. The wager?
Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match!
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert.— 36
Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So you're paid.
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inacces-
sible, —
Seb. Yet—
Adr. Yet— 40
Ant. He could not miss it.
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and
delicate temperance.
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. 44
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly
delivered.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most
sweetly. 48
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. 53
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)
