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They fell together all, as by consent;

They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What

might,

Worthy Sebastian? 0, what might?

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And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

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What thou should'st be: the 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 didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep

With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

Noble Sebastian,

Ant.
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep
Whiles thou art waking.

Seb.

die rather; wink'st

Thou dost snore distinctly;

There's meaning in thy snores.

Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you

Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,

Trebles thee o'er.

Seb.

Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

Seb.

Well; I am standing water.

Do so: to ebb,

0,

cherish,

Hereditary sloth instructs thee.

Ant.

If you but knew how you the purpose

Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth,

Seb.

Pr'ythee, say 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,)

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.

O, out of that no hope,

What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high an hope, that even

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there. Will

me,

That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb.

Ant.

you grant, with

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Who's the next heir of Naples?

Seb.

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'the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins

Be rough and razorable: she, from whom

We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,

Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In 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.

cubit

Ant. A space whose every 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 9 of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep 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 supplant your brother Prospero.

Ant.

True:

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

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, "Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like; whom I,

9 A bird of the jackdaw kind.

With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course.
For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion 2, as a cat laps milks;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
befits the hour.

We say

Seb.

Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; 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.

[They converse apart.

Musick. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.

Ari. My master through his art foresees the

danger

That these, his friends, 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 slumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

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Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!

[They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you

drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gon. What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Gon. Upon mine 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 drawn: weapons - there was a noise, That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search

For my poor son.

Gon.

Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i̇’the island.

Alon.

Lead away.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have

done:

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

[Aside.

[Exeunt.

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