Seb. Please you, Sir, Ant. We two, my lord, Will guard your person, while you take your reft, And watch your fafety. Alon. Thank you: wond'rous heavy [All asleep but Seb. and Ant. Seb. What a strange drowsiness poffefses them? Ant. It is the quality o'th' climate. Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids fink! I find not Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble: 11.... They fell together all as by consent, They dropt as by a thunder-stroke. 1 : What might, Worthy Sebastian O, what might-no more. What thou should'st be: th' occasion 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'ft Out of thy fleep; what is it thou didst say?... This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open standing, speaking, moving, And yet fo fast asleep. Ant. Noble Sebastian. : Thou let'st thy fortune sleep: die rather: wink'ft: Whilst thou art waking. Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy fnores. 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. Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. O! If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, You more invest it: ebbing men, indeed, By their own fear or floth. Seb. Pry'thee, fay on; The fetting of thine eye and cheek proclaim Ant. Thus, Sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, 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 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 fun were poft, (The man i'th'moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; she, from whom We were fea-fwallow'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 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, 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 Seb. Methinks, I do. Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? You did fupplant your brother Profp'ro. Ant. True: And, look, how well my garments fit upon me; 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. C 5. Ten Ten confciences, that stand 'twixt me and Milan, No better than the earth he lies upon, Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend, Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan, 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 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, His time doth take: : Ant. Then let us both be fudden. *- to keep them living.] i. e. Alonzo and Anthonio; for it was on their Lives that his Projet depended. Gon. Gon. Now, good angels preferve the King! [They wake. [drawn? Alon. Why, how now, ho? awake? why are you Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. What's the matter? Seb. While we stood here fecuring 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 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? 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 faw their weapons drawn: there was a noife, 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 [fearch For my poor fon. Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts! For he is, fure, i'th' island. Alon. Lead away. Ari. Profpero my lord shall know what I have done. So, King, go safely on to seek thy fon. [Exeunt. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noise of thunder 66 A heard. LL 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 muft curse. But they'll not pinch, C6 66 Fright |