ACT II
SCENE I. Another part of the island.
[Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO,
and OTHERS]
GONZALO.
Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
So have we all, of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.
ALONSO.
Prithee, peace.
SEBASTIAN.
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
ANTONIO.
The visitor will not give him o'er so.
SEBASTIAN.
Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by
and by it will strike.
GONZALO.
Sir, —
SEBASTIAN.
One: tell.
GONZALO.
When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd,
Comes to the entertainer —
SEBASTIAN.
A dollar.
GONZALO.
Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken
truer than you purposed.
SEBASTIAN.
You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
