Who's the next heir of Naples ?

SEB. Claribel.

ANT. She that is queen of Tunis; fhe that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples Can have no note, unless the fun were poft,

(The man i' th' moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom
We were fea-swallow'd: tho' fome, caft again,
And by that deftiny, to perform an act,

Whereof, what's paft is prologue; what to come,
Is yours and my discharge-

SEB. What stuff 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 space, whofe ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, how fhall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples ? fleep in Tunis,
And let Sebaftian wake. Say, this were death

That now hath feiz'd them, why, they we no worse
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 mind that I do; what a fleep was 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, Sir, where lies that?

If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper:
But I feel not this deity in my bofom.

Ten confciences, that stand 'twixt me and Milan,
Candy'd be they, and melt, ere 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 steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: you doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for ay might put
This antient morfel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. 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'ft; 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 mufick and fong.

ARI. My mafter through his art forfees the danger, That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth

For elfe his project dies, to keep them living.

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ANT. Then let us both be fudden.

GON. Now, good angels preserve the king! [They wake. ALON. Why, how now, ho? awake? why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

GON. What's the matter?

SEB. While we ftood here fecuring your repose, Ev'n 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: fure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

ALON. Heard you this?

[To Gonzale.

GON. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me.
I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd
I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,
That's verity. 'Tis best we ftand on 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 fon.

Gov. Heav'ns keep him from these beafts!

For he is, fure, i'th' ifland.

ALON. Lead away.

ART. Profpero my ford fhall know what I have done.

So, king, go fafely on to feek thy foo

SCENE II.

Changes to another part of the island.

[Exeunt.

Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noise of thunder heard.

CAL. AH the infections, that the fun fucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, ön Profper fall, and make him

By inch-meal a difeafe! his fpirits hear me,

And yet I needs must curfe. But they'll not pinch,

Fright me with urchin fhews, pitch me i’th' mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unlefs he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me.
Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And aster, bîte me; then like hedge-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 hifs me into madness. Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a sp'rit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in flowly. I'll fall flat;

Perchance, he will not mind me.

TRIN. Here's neither bush nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it fing i’th' wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquer. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond fame cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.What have we here, a man or a fish; dead or alive? a fish; he fmells 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 a holiday fool there but would give a piece of filver. There would this monster make a man; any ftrange beaft 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! warm, o'my troth! I do now let loofe my opinion, hold it no longer, this is no fifh, but an islander that hath lately fuffer'd by a thunder-bolt. Alas! the ftorm is come again. My best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout; mifery acquaints a man with ftrange bed-fellows: I will here fhrowd, 'till the dregs of the ftorm be past.

Enter Stephano, finging.

STE. I fhall no more to fea, to fea, here fhall I die a-fhore.