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Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I
Please you, sir,
We two, my lord,
Thank you: wondrous heavy.
(Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel.
Nor l; my spirits are nimble.
What, art thou waking?
I do; and, surely,
Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking. Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores,
Ant. I am more serious thau my custom : you Must be so ton, 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 so: to ebb, Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Pr'ythee, say on:
Thus, sir: " Although this lord of weak remembrance, this (Who shall be of as little memory, When he is earth'd), hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion only), The king, his son's alive ; 'tis as impossible That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims.
Seb. I have no hope That he's undrown'd. Ant.
0, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Another way so high an hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubts 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; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Na.
Can bave no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' the moon's too slow), till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable : sbe, from whom * We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,
Seb. What stuff is this :—How say you ?
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 seiz'd them; why, they were no
Seb. Methinks I do.
And how does your content
Seb. But, for your conscience
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe, 'Twould 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,
• A bird of the jack-daw kind.
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
Thy case, dear friend,
O, but one word.
[They converse apart.
Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the
danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, (For else bis project dies), to keep them living.
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
[They wake. Aion. 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 hellowing Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon.
I heard nothing. Ant. 0, 'twas 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 ou this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a hum
ming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me : I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn there was a noise, That's verity: 'best stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur.
ther search For my poor son.
Gon. Heavens keep bim from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon.
Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done :
(Aside. So, king, go safely op to seek thy son. (Exeunt.