Methinks I do.

SEBASTIAN

ANTONIO

And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?

SEBASTIAN

I remember

You did supplant your brother Prospero.

ANTONIO

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.

Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,
Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies
No better than the earth he lies upon,

your brother,

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, whiles you, doing thus,

To the perpetual wink for aye might put

WHILE YOU HERE DO SNORING LIE

ACT II. SC. I.