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Seems to cry out, "How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake." Say, this were death
That now hath seized them; why, they were no

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worse

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 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.
Tender your own good fortune?

Seb.

And how does your content

I remember You did supplant your brother Prospero.

Ant.

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 't were a kibe,
"T would 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 your brother, 280
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; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put

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This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
Seb.

Shall be my precedent; I'll come by Naples. stroke

Thy case, dear friend, as thou got'st Milan, Draw thy sword:

Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest:
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.

Gon.
Preserve the king.

one

[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.
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear.
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed conspiracy

His time doth take.
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake, awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Now, good angels
[They wake.

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Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are

you drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gon. What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, 310 Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions: did 't not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.

Alon

I heard nothing. Ant. O, 't was 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 shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verily. "T is 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. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island.

Alon.

Lead away.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have

done:

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE II

Another part of the island

Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of
thunder heard

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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
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor

pinch,

Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.

Enter TRINCULO

Lo, now, lo!

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.

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Trin. Here 's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black cloud, 20 yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard 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 choose 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 a holiday fool there but would give a piece of 30 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 see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shel- 40 ter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past. under his cloak)

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Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand

Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die ashore

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral well, here 's my comfort.

[Drinks.

[Sings.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and his mate

Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery
But none of us cared for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!

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