Set. I do; and surely 210 Ant. Seb. It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die, rather; wink'st Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Seb. Well, I am standing water. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Seb. Ant. Seb. Ant. Do so: to ebb Hereditary sloth instructs me. O, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish By their own fear or sloth. Prithee, say on: Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, 220 230 When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuaded, Seb. For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade,—the king his son's alive, As he that sleeps here swims. 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 240 But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Seb. Ant. Can have no note, unless the sun were post,- Be rough and razorable; she that from whom 250 Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, What stuff is this! how say you? A space whose every cubit And let Sebastian wake,' Say this were death 260 worse 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 mind that I do! what a sleep were this For your advancement! Do you understand me? Seb. Methinks I do. Ant. Seb. Ant. And how does your content I remember True: And look how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before: my brother's servants Were then my fellows; now they are my men. Seb. But, for your conscience. Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe, 270 'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not 281 If he were that which now he 's like, that's dead; Seb. Ant. Seb. They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour. Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, Draw together; And when I rear my hand, do you the like, O, but one word. [They talk apart. Re-enter Ariel invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth,For else his project dies,—to keep them living. Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake!-Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? What's the matter? 310 Gon. Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you? Alon. Gon. Alon. For my poor son. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' th' island. Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. Scene II. Another part of the island. [Exeunt. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood. A noise Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! his spirits hear me, But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire, |