Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that

dwells

Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples

Can have no note, unless the sun were post,(The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born chins

Be rough and razorable; she that from whom We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,

And by that destiny to perform an act,

Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come, yours and my discharge.

In

Seb.

What stuff is this! how say you? "Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of

Tunis ;

So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space.

Ant. A space whose every cubit 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

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,

XXII.

d

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.
And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?

Seb.

I remember,

True:

You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant.

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,

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
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.

Thy case, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent; as thou got 'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword:

stroke

one

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.

Music.

O! but one word.

[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.

Gon.

Preserve the king!

you drawn?

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

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gon.

What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your

repose,

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. [Exeunt.

Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done :

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

SCENE II. Another part of the island. Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard.

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.

pinch,

But they'll nor

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.-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.

Enter TRINCULO.

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, 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