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And yet fo faft afleep.

Ant. Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep, die rather; wink't Whiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou doft fnore distinctly;

There's meaning in thy fnores.

Ant. I am more serious than my cuftom: you
Must be fo 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 inftructs me..
Ant. O,

If you but knew, how you the purpofe cherifh,
Whilft thus you mock it! how, in fripping it,
You more inveft it! Ebbing men indeed,
Most often, do fo near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or floth.

Seb. Pr'ythee, fay on:

The fetting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

int. Thus, fir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, (Who fhall be as little memory,

When he is earth'd) hath here almoft perfuaded (For he's a fpirit of perfuafion, only Profeffes to perfuade) the king, his fon's alive; 'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd,

As he, that fleeps here, fwims.

Seb. I have no hope

That he's undrown'd,

Ant. O, out of that no hope,

What

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 doubts difcovery there. Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drown'd?

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Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; the that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; the that from Naples Can have no note, unlefs the fun were poft, (The man i' the moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins

Be rough and razorable; fhè, from whom

We were all fea-fwallow'd, though fome caft again; And, by that deftiny, to perform an act,

Whereof, what's paft, is prologue; what to come, In yours, and my discharge.

Seb. What ftuff is this?-How fay you?

'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is fome space.

Ant. A fpace, whofe every cubit

Seems to cry out, How fhall that Claribel
Meafure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death
That now hath feiz'd them; why, they were no
worfe

Than now they are: There be that can rule Naples,
As well as he that fleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore

The

The mind that I do! what a fleep were 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 fupplant your brother Profpero.
Ant. True:

And, look, how well my garments fit upon me ;
Much feater than before: My brother's fervants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your confcience-

Ant. Ay, fir; where lies that? if it were a kybe,
'Twould put me to my flipper: But I feel not
This deity in my bofom: twenty confciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they,
And melt, e'er they moleft. Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
Whom I with this obedient fteel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink, for ay might put
This ancient morfel, this fir Prudence, who,
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take fuggeftion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any bufinefs that
We fay befits the hour.

Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king fhall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:

And when I rear my hand, do you the like.

Το

To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word.

[They converfe apart.

Enter ARIEL, with mufick and fong.

1

Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the dan

ger,

That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth (For elfe his project dies) to keep them living.

[Sings in GONZALO's car.

While you here do fnoring lie,
Open-ey'd confpiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off lumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!

[They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you Wherefore this ghaftly looking? Gon. What's the matter?

[drawn?

Seb. Whiles we ftood here fecuring your repofe, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It ftrook mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, '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, Gonzalo ?

Gon. Upon my honour, fir, I heard a humming, And that a ftrange one too, which did awake me : I fhak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn:—there was a noise,

That's

Aa II. That's verity: 'Tis best we stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make furFor my poor fon. [ther fearch Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, fure, i' the ifland.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero, my lord, fhall know what I have done.

So king, go fafely on to feek thy fon.

[Afide.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Another Part of the Island.

Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood: A noife of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His fpirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curfe. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhews, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle they are fet upon me:

Sometime like apes. that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hifs me into madnefs :-Lo! now! lo!

Enter TRINCULO.

Here comes a fpirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in flowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.

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