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 it 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: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st,
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.

[They converse apart.

Music. 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.

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, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions: did it 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 opened, I saw their weapons drawn.-There was a noise, That's verity: '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

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; 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 moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.-Le, 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.

Dead or

a very

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i̇' 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? alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; 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 silver: there would this monster make a 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 thunder-bolt.

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