Do not omit the heavy Offer of it:
It feldom visits Sorrow; when it doth, it is a Comforter.

Ant. We two, my Lord, will guard your Person,
While you take your Rest, and watch your Safety.
Alon. Thank you: Wondrous heavy.

[All fleep but Seb. and Ant.

Seb. What a strange Drowsiness possesses them?

Ant. It is the Quality o'th' Climate.
Seb. Why

Doth it not then our Eye-lids sink? I find
Not my self dispos'd to fleep.

Ant. Nor I, my Spirits are nimble:
They fell together all, as by Consent
They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian O, what might-no more.
And yet, methinks I fee it in thy Face,

What thou shouldst be: The Occasion speaks thee, and

My strong Imagination fees 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 fleepy Language, and thou speak'st

Out of thy Sleep: What is it thou didst say?

This is a strange Repose, to be afleep

With Eyes wide open: Standing, speaking, moving;

And yet fo fast asleep.

Ant. Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'st thy Fortune sleep; die rather: Wink'st

Whilst thou art waking.

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly;

There's Meaning in thy Snores.

Ant. I am more serious than my Custom. You Must be so too, if you heed me; which to do, Trebbles 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,

i

:

Whilst 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. Prethee say on,

The setting of thine Eye and Cheek proclaim :
'A Matter from thee; and a Birth, indeed,

Which throws 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
Professes to perfuade) the King his Son's alive;
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,
As he that fleeps 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 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.

Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten Leagues beyond Man's Life; the that from Naples
Can have no Note, unless the Sun were Post,
The Man ỉ th' Moon's too flow, 'till new-born Chins
Be rough, and razorable; she from whom
We all were Sea-swallow'd, tho' some cast again,
And by that Destiny to perform an Act;
Whereof, what's past in 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 fome Space.

Ant.

Ant. A Space whose ev'ry Cubit
Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Measure us back by Naples? keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were Death
That now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worfe
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 my felf could make
A Chough 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 fupplant your Brother Profpera.

Ant. True:

And look how well my Garments fit upon me,
Much feater than before. My Brother's Servants
Were then my Fellows, now they are my Men.
Seb. But for your Confcience.
Ant. Ay, Sir; where lyes that? If 'twere a Kybe
"Twould put me to my Slipper: But I feel not
This Deity in my Bosom. Twenty Confciences
That stand 'twixt me and Millan, candied be they,
And melt e'er they moleft. Here lyes your Brother,
No better than the Earth he lyes 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: Whilst you doing thus,
To the perpetual Wink for ay might put
This ancient Morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our Course. For all the reft
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 President: As thou got'st Millan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy Sword, one Stroke
Shall free thee from the Tribute which thou payett,

Ana

:

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 Musick and Soug.

Ari. My Master through his Art foresees the Danger

That you, his Friend, are in; and fends me forth

(For else his Project dies) to keep them living.

[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear.

While you here do Snoaring lye,

Open-ey'd Conspiracy
His time doth take:

1

If of Life you keep a Care,
Shake off Slumber, and beware.

Awake, awake.

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

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. Whilft we stood here fecuring your Repose,
Even 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: 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 Weapons drawn: There was a Noife,
That's verily. Tis best we 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. Heav'ns keep him from these Beasts:

For he is fure i'th' Island.
Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Prospero, my Lord, shall know what I have done.

So, King, go fafely on to seek thy Son.

[Exeunt

Enter Caliban with a Burden of Wood; a Noise of
Thunder heard.

Cal. All the Infections that the Sun fucks up
From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Profper fall, and make him
By Inch-meal a Disease: His Spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with Urchin shews, pitch me i'th' Mire,
Nor lead me, like a Fire-brand, in the Dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like Hedg-hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my Bare-foot-way, and mount
Their pricks at my Foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with Adders, who with cloven Tongues
Do hiss me into Madness. Lo! now! lo! [Enter Trinculo.
Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me,
For bringing Wood in slowly: I'll fall flat,
Perchance he will not mind me.

Tri. Here's neither Bush nor Shrub to bear off any Wea ther at all, and another Storm brewing; I hear it sing ỉ th Wind: Yond fame black Cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul Bumbard that would shed his Liquor. If it should Thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my Head: Yond same Cloud cannot chuse but fall by Pailfuls. What have we here, a Man or a Fish? dead or alive? A Fish; he smells like a Fish: A very ancient and fish-like Smell. A kind of, not of the newest Poor John: A strange Fish; were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this Fish painted, not an Holy-day-fool there but would give a piece of Silver; there would this Monster make a Man; any strange Beast there makes a Man: When they will not give a Doit to relieve a lame Beggar, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian. Leg'd like a Man! and his Fins like Arms! warm o'my troth: I do now let loose my Opinior, hold it no longer; this is no Fish, but an Islander, that hath lately suffer'd by a Thunderbolt: Alas! the Storm is come again,