Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature fhould produce,
Without fweat or endeavour. Treafon, Felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have, but nature should bring forth
Of its own kind, all foyfor, all abundance
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his fubjects?

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Gon. I would with fuch perfection govern, Sir, T'excel the golden age.

Seb. Save his Majesty !

Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

Gon. And, do you mark me, Sir?

Alon. Pr'ythee no more; thou doft talk nothing to me. Gon. I do well believe your Highness; and did it to mi. nifter occafion to thefe gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible and nimble lungs, that they always ufe to laugh at nothing. Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you: fo you may continue, and laugh at nothing ftill. Ant. What a blow was there given?

Seb. Anit had not fallen flat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her fphere, if she would continue in it five Weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel, playing folemn Mufick.

Seb. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, my good lord, be not angry.

Gon. No, I warrant you, I will not adventure my dif cretion fo weakly will you laugh me afleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go, fleep, and hear us.

Alon. What all fo foon afleep? I wifh, mine eyes Would with themselves fhut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclin❜d to fo do.

Seb. Please you, Sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,

Will guard your perfon, while you take your reft,
And watch your safety.

Alon. Thank you: wondrous heavy.

All fleep but Seb. and Ant Seb. What aftrange drowsiness poffeffes them? Ant. It is the quality o'th' climate.

Seb. Why,

Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not
Myself difpos'd to fleep.

Ant. Nor I, my fpirits are nimble :
They fell together allas by confent,
They dropt as by a thunder-ftroke. What might,
Worthy SebaftianO, what might no more.
And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

What thou shouldft be: th' occafion speaks thee, and
My ftrong 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'ft
Out of thy fleep: what is it thou didst say?

This is a ftrange repose, to be asleep

With eyes wide open: ftanding, fpeaking, moving;
And yet fo faft alleep.

Ant. Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep: die rather wink'ft,

Whilft thou art waking.

Seb. Thou doft fnore diftinctly;

There's meaning in thy fnores.

Ant. I am more ferious than my cuftom. You

Must be fo too, if beed me; which to do,

Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well: I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow,
Seb. Do fo: to ebb

Hereditary floth instructs me.

Ant. O!

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whilft thus you mock it; how, in ftripping it,
You more inveft it: ebbing men, indeed,
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Most

Most often do fo near the bottom run,

By their own fear or floth.

Seb. Pr'ythee, fay on ;

The fetting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. Thus Sir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
(Who Thall be of as little memory,

When he's earth'd ;) hath here almoft perfuaded
(For he's a fpirit of perfuafion, only
Profefles to perfuade) the King, his fon's alive;
'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd,
As he, that fleeps here, fwims.

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 fo 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 ; 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-fwallow'd; tho' fome, cast again,
May by that deftiny perform an aft,

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

Seb. What ftuff 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 fpace, whofe ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, how fhall that Claribel

Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,

And

And let Sebaftian wake. Say, this were death

That now hath feiz'd them, why, they were no worfe
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 my felt could make
A Chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do; what a fleep 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 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 lyes that?

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

Ten confciences, that ftand 'twixt me and Milan,
Candy'd be they, and melt, ere they molest!
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: 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'st ;
And I the King fhall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:

'And when I rear my hand, do you the like

To fall it on Gonzalo,

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Seb. O, but one word.

Enter Ariel, with Musick and Song.

Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger, That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth (For elfe his project dies) to keep them living.

[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear.

While you here do fnoaring lye,
Open-ey'd confpiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off lumber and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

Gon. Now, good angels preferve 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 ftrook 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?

Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that à ftrange one too, which did awake me. I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, Ifawtheir weapons drawn: there was a noife, 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 fearch

For my poor fon.

Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts!

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

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to feek thy fon.

[Exeunt.

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