THE TEMPEST
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Alonso.
I prithee, spare.
Gonzalo.
Well, I have done: but yet,—
Sebastian.
He will be talking.
Antonio.
Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?
Sebastian.
The old cock.
Antonio.
The cockerel.
Sebastian.
Done. The wager?
Antonio.
A laughter.
Sebastian.
A match!
Adrian.
Though this island seem to be desert,—
Sebastian.
Ha, ha, ha! So, you ’re paid.
Adrian.
Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,—
