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Seb. Please you, Sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It feldom visits forrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you

take
And watch your safety.
Alon. Thank you : wond'rous heavy

(All aseep but Seb, and Ant. Seb. What a strange drowsiness poflefles them? Ant. It is the quality o'th' climate. ',

Seb. Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids sink! I find not
Myself dispos'd to sleep.

Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
They fell together all as by consent,
They dropt as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian--0, what might--no more.
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
What thou should'ft be: th' occasion speaks thee, and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking ?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?

Seb. I do; and, surely,
It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep; what is it thou didft fay?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open : standing, speaking, moving,
And yet fo fast alleep.

Ant. Noble Sebastian.
Thou let'st thy fortune fleep: die rather: wink'ft:
Whilst thou art waking.

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy snores.

Ant. I am more serious than my custom. You

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Must be so too, if heed me; *which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well; I am standing water,
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

Seb. Do fo: to ebb
Hereditary floth instructs me.

Ant. 0!
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whilst thus you mock it; how, in stripping it,
You more inveft it: ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear or sloth.

Seb. Pry’thee, fay on;
The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. Thus, Sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,

(Who shall be of as little memory,
· When he is earth’d;) hath here almost persuaded

(For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
Profefles to persuade) the King, his son's alive:
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,
As he, that sleeps here, swims.

Seb. I have no hope,
That he's undrown'd.

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
Who's the next heir of Naples?

Seb. Claribel. * which to do, Trebles thee o'er.] i. e. follow my advice, and it will advance thy fortune to the height.

Ant.

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

your

content Tender your own good fortune?

Seb. I remember,
You did supplant your brother Prosp'ro.

Ant. True :
And, look, how well my garments fit upon me;
Much feater than before. My brother's servants
Where than my fellows, now they are my men.

Seb. But, for your conscience

Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that?
If 'twere á kybe, 'twould put me to my slipper:
But I feel not this deity in my bosom.

C 5.

Ten

Ten consciences, that stand 'twixt me and Milan,
Candy'd be they, and melt, e'er they moleft!
Here lies

your

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,
Shall be my precedent: as thou got'ft Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay ft;
And I the King shall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:
And when I rear my hand, do you the like
To fall it on Gonzalo.
Seb. O, but one word-

Enter Ariel with Music and Song.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger,
That

you his friend, are in, and sends me forth (For else his project dies) *to keep them living.

[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear.
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take :
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off sumber and beware:

Awake! awake!

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.

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;
To make an earthquake: fure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
Alon. Heard

you

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.

SCENE II.
Changes to another part of the island.
Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noise of thunder

heard.
LL the infections, that the sun fucks

up

Cal.

make him " By inch-meal a disease! his fpirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch, Сб

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