Seb. Please you, Sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,

Will guard your person, while you take your reft, And watch your safety.

Alon. Thank you: wond'rous heavy

[All afleep but Seb, and Ant. Seb. What a strange drowsiness poffeffes them? Ant. It is the quality o' th' climate.

Seb. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids fink! I find not
Myself difpos'd to fleep.

Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble: il 1
They fell together all as by consent,

They dropt as by a thunder-ftroke. What might, Worthy Sebaftian O, what might—no more. And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

What thou fhould'ft be: th' occafion speaks thee, and My ftrong imagination fees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

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

Seb. I do'; and, furely,

It is a fleepy language; and thou speak'st

Out of thy fleep; what is it thou didst say?
This is a ftrange repofe, to be asleep

With eyes wide open: standing, fpeaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

Ant. Noble Sebaftian.

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep: die rather: wink'ft:

Whilft thou art waking.

Seb. Thou doft snore distinctly;

There's meaning in thy fnores.
Ant. I am more ferious than

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cuftom. You

Muft

Must be fo too, if heed me; *which to do,

Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well; I am ftanding water.

Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do fo: to ebb

Hereditary floth instructs me.

Ant. O!

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whilft thus you mock it; how, in stripping it,
You more inveft it: ebbing men, indeed,
Moft often do fo near the bottom run,

By their own fear or floth.

Seb. Pry'thee, fay on;

The fetting 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 fhall be of as little memory,

When he is earth'd;) hath here almoft perfuaded
(For he's a spirit 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 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; fhe that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the fun were poft,
(The man i'th'moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom

We were fea-fwallow'd; tho' fome, caft again,
May by that deftiny perform an act,

Whereof, what's paft is prologue; what to come,
Is yours and my difcharge-

Seb. What stuff 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 space, whofe ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, how fhall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,

And let Sebaftian wake. Say, this were death

That now hath feiz'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 unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myfelf could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do; what a fleep 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 fervants
Where than my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your confcience-

Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that?

If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper:
But I feel not this deity in my bofom.

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Ten confciences, that ftand '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: 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 reft,
They'll take fuggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business, 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'ft;
And I the King fhall 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 Mufic and Song.

Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger, That you his friend, are in, and fends me forth (For elfe his project dies) *to keep them living.

[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear.

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.

to keep them living.] i. e. Alonzo and Anthonio; for it was on

their Lives that his Project depended.

Gon.

Gon. Now, good angels preferve the King!

[They wake.

Alon. Why, how now, ho? awake? why are you Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

[drawn?

Seb. While we ftood here securing your repofe, Ev'n now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did 't not wake you? It ftrook mine ear moft 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?

Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me. I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verity. 'Tis beft we ftand 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.

Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts!

For he is, fure, i'th' ifland.

Alon. Lead away.

[fearch

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to seek thy fon.

SCEN E SII.

Changes to another part of the Island.

[Exeunt.

Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noife of thunder

Cal."

LL the infections, that the fun fucks

A From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and

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"By inch-meal a difeafe! his fpirits hear me, And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll not pinch,

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