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 Seb. Well; I am standing water. Hereditary floth instructs me.. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Seb. Pr'ythee, say on: The fetting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim 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? 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 Whereof, what's past, is prologue; what to come, 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 Than now they are: There be that can rule Naples, 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 Seb. Well; I am standing water. Hereditary floth inftructs me.. If you but knew, how you the purpofe cherifh, Seb. Pr'ythee, fay on: The fetting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim 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 Than now they are: There be that can rule Naples, 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. And, look, how well my garments fit upon me; 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; 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 Το |