And yet fo faft asleep.

Ant. Noble Sebaftian,

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep, die rather; wink'ft Whiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou doft fnore distinctly;

There's meaning in thy fnores.

Ant. I am more ferious than my custom: you
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 floth instructs me..
Ant. O,

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

Seb. Pr'ythee, say 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 almost perfuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion, 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?

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then, tell me,

Who's the next heir of Naples?
Seb. Claribel.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; the that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe 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; fhe, from whom
We were all fea-fwallow'd, though fome caft again;
And, by that deftiny, to perform an act,

Whereof, what's past, 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 Sebaftian 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

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?

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 courfe. For all the reft,
They'll take fuggeftion, 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'st;
And I the king shall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:

And when I rear my hand, do you the like

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