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Seb. Please you, Sir,
Ant. We two, my lord,
(All aseep but Seb, and Ant. Seb. What a strange drowsiness poflefles them? Ant. It is the quality o'th' climate. ',
Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
Seb. What, art thou waking ?
Seb. I do; and, surely,
Ant. Noble Sebastian.
Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly;
Ant. I am more serious than my custom. You
Must be so too, if heed me; *which to do,
Seb. Well; I am standing water,
Seb. Do fo: to ebb
Seb. Pry’thee, fay on;
Ant. Thus, Sir:
(Who shall be of as little memory,
(For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
Seb. I have no hope,
Ant. 0, out of that no hope, What great hope have you? no hope, that way, is Another way fo high an hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubt discovery there. Will you grant, with me, That Ferdinand is drown'd ?
Seb. He's gone.
Ant. Then tell me
Seb. Claribel. * which to do, Trebles thee o'er.] i. e. follow my advice, and it will advance thy fortune to the height.
Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i'th'moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; she, from whom We were sea-swallow'd; tho'fome, caft again, May by that deftiny perform an act, Whereof, what's past is prologue; what to come, Is yours and my discharge
Seb. What stuff is this? how say you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis, So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space.
Ant. A space, whose ev'ry cubit Seems to cry out, how shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death That now hath seiz’d them, why, they were no worse Than now they are: there be, that can rule Naples, As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate As amply, and unnecessarily, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do; what a sleep was this For your advancement! do
you understand me? Seb. Methinks, I do. Ant. And how does
content Tender your own good fortune?
Seb. I remember,
Ant. True :
Seb. But, for your conscience
Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that?
Ten consciences, that stand 'twixt me and Milan,
brotherNo better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Whom I with this obedient steel, three inches of it, Can lay to bed for ever: you doing thus, To the perpetual wink for ay might put This ancient Moral, this Sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business, that, We fay, befits the hour.
Seb. Thy case, dear friend,
Ant. Draw together:
Enter Ariel with Music and Song.
you his friend, are in, and sends me forth (For else his project dies) *to keep them living.
[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear.
His time doth take :
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
*- to keep them living.) i. e. Alonzo and Anthonio ; for it was on their Lives that his Proje& depended.
Gon. Now, good angels preserve the King !
[They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho? awake? why are you Wherefore this ghastly looking ?
(drawn? Gon. What's the matter?
Seb. While we stood here securing your repose, Ev'n now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did 't not wake you? It strook mine ear moft terribly.
Alon. I heard nothing.
Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
this? Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me. I shak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verity: 'Tis best we stand on guard : Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further For my poor fon.
search Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i'th' island.
Alon. Lead away;
Ari. Profpero my lord shall know what I have done. So, King, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt.
make him " By inch-meal a disease! his fpirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch, Сб