Alon.

Thanke you! Wondrous heauy! 192
[ALONZO sleepes. Exit ARIEL.

Seb. What a strange drowfines poffeffes them!
Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.

Seb.

Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids finke? I finde not

My felfe difpos'd to sleep.

Ant.

Nor I; my fpirits are nimble. 196

They fell together all, as by confent;

They dropt, as by a Thunder-ftroke. What might,

Worthy Sebaftian ?... O! what might?... No more!...
And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,

What thou should'ft be. Th'occasion speaks thee; and
My ftrong imagination fee's a Crowne

Dropping vpon thy head.

Seb.

What! art thou waking?

Ant. Do you not heare me speake?
Seb.

200

I do! and furely 204

It is a fleepy Language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy fleepe. What is it, thou didst say?
This is a ftrange repose, to be asleepe

With eyes wide open! ftanding, fpeaking, mouing!
And yet so fast asleepe!

Ant.

Noble Sebaftian,

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleepe! (die rather!) wink'st
Whiles thou art waking!

208

Seb.

Thou do'ft fnore diftinctly:

There's meaning in thy fnores.

212

Ant. I am more serious then my cuftome: you

Must be so too, if heed me: which to do,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mocke it! how, in stripping it,
You more inueft it! Ebbing men, indeed,
(Moft often) do so neere the bottome run

220

By their owne feare, or sloth.

Seb.

'Pre-thee fay on!

224

Thus, Sir!

The fetting of thine eye and cheeke, proclaime
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throwes1 thee much to yeeld.

Ant.
Although this Lord of weake remembrance, (this,
Who fhall be of as little memory

When he is earth'd,) hath here almost perfwaded
(For hee's a Spirit of perfwafion, onely

Profeffes to perfwade) the King, his fonne's aliue: 'Tis as impofsible that hee's vndrown'd,

As he that fleepes heere, fwims.

Seb.

That hee's vndrown'd.

Ant.

228

I haue no hope

232

O! out of that no hope,"

What great hope' haue you! No hope' that way, Is,
Another way, fo high a 'hope,' that euen
Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond,

But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

236

Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: fhe that dwels
Ten leagues beyond mans life: fhe that from Naples
Can haue no note, vnleffe the Sun were poft,
(The Man i'th Moone's too flow,) till new-borne chinnes
Be rough, and Razor-able: She that... from whom
We all were fea-fwallow'd, though fome caft againe,
(And by that destiny,) to performe an act
Whereof, what's paft is Prologue; what to come,
In yours, and my, discharge.

240

244

Seb.

249

What stuffe is this! How fay you? 'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis; So is the heyre of Naples; 'twixt which Regions There is fome space.

Ant.

A fpace, whofe eu'ry cubit
Seemes to cry out, 'How shall that Claribell
Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,
And let Sebaftian wake!' Say, this were death

252

That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse
Then now they are! There be, that can rule Naples
As well as he that fleepes; Lords, that can prate

256

As amply, and vnneceffarily,

As this Gonzallo: I my felfe could make

A Chough of as deepe chat. O, that you bore
The minde that I do! what a fleepe were this
For your aduancement! Do you vnderstand me?
Seb. Me thinkes I do.
Ant.

Tender your owne good fortune?

Seb.

260

And how do's your

content

I remember

264

True!

You did fupplant your Brother Profpero.
Ant.

And looke how well my Garments fit vpon me!
Much feater then before! My Brothers feruants
Were then my fellowes; now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your confcience,

268

Ant. I, Sir! where lies that? If 'twere a kybe,
"Twould put me to my flipper: But I feele not
This Deity in my bofome. 'Twentie consciences
That ftand 'twixt me and Millaine, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molleft! Heere lies your Brother,
No better then the earth he lies vpon!

272

If he were that which now hee's like, (that's dead,)
Whom I, with this obedient steele, (three inches of it,)

276

Can lay to bed for euer; whiles you, doing thus, [Feigns to To the perpetuall winke, for aye might put

strike.

This ancient morfell, this Sir Prudence, [Points to GONZ.] who

Should not vpbraid our course. For all the reft,
They'l take fuggeftion, as a Cat laps milke;
They'l tell the clocke, to any bufineffe that

281

We fay befits the houre.

Seb.

Thy cafe, deere Friend,

284

265. Brother] Brothet F.

Shall be my prefident: As thou got'ft Millaine,
I'le come by Naples! Draw thy fword! one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paieft;
And I the King shall loue thee.

Ant.

Draw together!

And when I reare my hand, do you the like,

To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word!

288

[They talke apart.

Re-enter ARIELL, inuisible, with Muficke and Song. Ariel. My Mafter (through his Art) foresees the danger That you (his friend) are in; and fends me forth (For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.

293

[Sings in GONZALOES eare.

While you here do fnoaring lie,

Open-ey'd Confpiracie

His time doth take.

296

If of Life you keepe a care,

Shake off Number and beware!

Awake, awake!

300

Ant. [to SEB.] Then let vs both be fodaine! [They draw. Gon. [waking] Now, good Angels preferue the King!

[Shakes ALONZ. & calls. The others wake. Alo. Why, how now? hoa! awake? why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon.
What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here, fecuring your repofe,
(Euen now) we heard a hollow burft of bellowing,
Like Buls, or rather Lyons: did't not wake you?
It ftrooke mine eare most terribly.

Alo.
I heard nothing.
Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare!
To make an earthquake! fure, it was the roare
Of a whole heard of Lyons!

Alo.
Heard you this, Gonzalo ?
Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
(And that a strange one too,) which did awake me:
I fhak'd you, Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,

291. They talke apart. Re-enter. . inuisible] Enter Ariell F.

304

308

312

316

I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,
That's verily. Tis beft we ftand vpon our guard,
Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons! [Draws.
Alo. Lead off this ground, & let's make further fearch

For my poore sonne!

Gon. Heauens keepe him from thefe Beafts!

For he is fure i'th Island.

Alo.

Lead away!

320

[Exeunt.

[Exit. 323

Scoena Secunda.

Ariell. Profpero (my Lord,) fhall know what I haue done. So (King) goe fafely on to feeke thy Son!

Actus Secundus.

Near PROSPEROES Cell.

Enter CALIBAN, with a burthen of Wood. (A noyfe of
Thunder heard.)

Cal. All the infections that the Sunne fuckes vp
From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Profper fall! and make him,
By ynch-meale, a disease! His Spirits heare me,
And yet I needes must curfe. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,
Nor leade me (like a fire-brand) in the darke
Out of my way, vnleffe he bid 'em. But
For euery trifle, are they fet vpon me;
Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like Hedg-hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: fometime am I
All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
Doe hiffe me into madneffe

...

Enter TRINCulo.

Lo, now, Lo!

Here comes a Spirit of his; and to torment me

For bringing wood in flowly! I'le fall flat;
Perchance he will not minde me.

I

4

8

12

16

[falls flat.

Tri. Here's neither bush, nor fhrub, to beare off any weather at all; and another Storme brewing; I heare it fing

321. Exeunt is after 1. 323 in F.