Ant. We two, my lord,

Will guard your perfon, while you take your rest,
And watch your fafety.

Alon. Thank you: wondrous heavy.

All fleep but Seb. and Ant.
Seb. What a strange drowlinels poffeffes them!
Ant. It is the quality o'th' climate.

Seb. Why

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

Ant. Nor I, fpirits are nimble :
They fell together all as by confent,
They dropt as by a thunder-ftroke.

What might,
Worthy Sebaftian-O, whit thightão more.

And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

What thou shouldft be: th' ecc.fion fpeaks thee, and My ftrong imagination fees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me (peak!

Seb. I do; and, furělý,

It is a fleepy language; and thou fpeak't

Out of thy fleep: what is it thou didst fiy

This is a trange repofe, to be afleep

With eyes wide open: ftahding, speaking, moving;
And yet fo faft afleep.

Ant. Noble Sebastian,

They let'ft thy fortune fleep: die rather: wink',
Whilft thou art waking.

Seb. Thou dost fhore diftinct'y;

There's meaning in thy fhores.

Ant. I am more serious than my cuftom. You

Must be fo too, if heed 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 inftructs me.

Ant. O!

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

Moft

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 mem ry,

When he is earth'd;) hath here almoft perfuaded
(For he's a spirit of perfuafion, only
Profeffes 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; he 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 razorible; fhe, from whom

We were fea-fwallow'd; tho' fome, caft again,
May by that deft ny perform an act,

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

Seb. What ft ff 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. Afpace, whofe ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, how shall 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 worse
Than now they are: there be, that can rulé Naples,
As well as he that fleeps; lords that can prate
As amply, and unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I my felf 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 bosom.

Ten confciences, that ftand 'twixt me and Milan,
Candy'd be they, and melt, ere they moleft!
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 ancient Morfel, this Sir Prudence, who

Should not upbraid our courfe. 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'ft Milan,

I'll come by Naples. Draw thy word; one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I he King fhall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:

And when I rear my hind, do you the like
To fall it on Gonzalo.

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Seb.

Seb. O, but one word.

Enter Ariel, with Mufick 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 tye,
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 repofe, Iv'n now we heard a hollow burft of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you? It strook mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'was 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 a strange one too, which did awake me. I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn: there was a noife, That's verity. Tis beft 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 thefe beasts!

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

Alon. Lead away.

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

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE changes to another part of the Iftand.

Enter Cal ban with a burden of wood; a noise of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections, that the fun fucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a difeale! 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, unless he bid 'em, but
For every trifle are they fet upon me.

Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me, then like hedge hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; fometime am 1
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do bifs me into madnefs. Lo! now! la!
Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fpirit of his, and to torment ne
For bringing wood in flowly. I'll fail flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trim. Here's not her bush nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another florm brewing; I Hear it fing i'th wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor. If it fhould thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond fame cloud cannot chufe but fall by pailfuls. What have we here, a man or a fifh? dead or alive? a fifh, he fmells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell. A kind of, not of the neweft, Poor John: a ftrange fish! Were Fin England now, as once I was, and had but this filh painted, not an holyday fool there but would give a piece of filver. There would this monfter make a man; any frange beast 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 Iflander that hath lately fuffer'd by a thunder-bolt. Alas! the form is come again. My belt

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