Gonzalo.
Long live Gonzalo! And,—do you mark me, sir?
Alonso.
Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
Gonzalo.
I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.
Antonio.
’Twas you we laughed at.
Gonzalo.
Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so you may continue and laugh at nothing still.
Antonio.
What a blow was there given!
Sebastian.
An it had not fallen flat-long.
Gonzalo.
You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music.
Sebastian.
We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
