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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,

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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
Myself dispos'd to fleep.

Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble: 11....

They fell together all as by consent,

They dropt as by a thunder-stroke.

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What might,

Worthy Sebastian O, what might-no more.
And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

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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.

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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

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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 sloth instructs me.

Ant. O!

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whilft thus you mock it; it; how, in ftripping it,

You more invest it: ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so 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 shall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd;) hath here almost 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; 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
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 fupplant your brother Profp'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 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 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 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 say, befits the hour.

Seb. Thy cafe, 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'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 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 Slumber and beware:
Awake! awake!

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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.

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LL the infections, that the fun fucks up, "From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and

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By inch-meal a disease! his fpirits hear me,

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