Do not omit the heavy offer of it. It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth, Ant. We two, my Lord, Will guard your perfon, while you take your rest, Alon. Thank you: wond'rous heavy [All fleep but Seb. and Ant. Seb. What a strange drowfinefs poffeffes them? Ant. It is the quality o' th' climate. Seb. Why' Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not Ant. Nor 1, my fpirits are nimble: They dropt as by a thunder-ftroke. What might, What thou fhould ft be: th'occafion speaks thee, and Dropping upon thy head. Seb. What, art thou waking? Seb. I do; and, furely, It is a fleepy language; and thou speak'ft Out of thy fleep; what is it thou didst say? This is a ftrange repofe, to be asleep With eyes wide open; Aanding, fpeaking, moving, And yet fo faft afleep! Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep: die rather: wink'ft, Whilft thou art waking. Seb. Thou doft fnore diftin&tly; There's meaning in thy fnores. Ant. I am more ferious than my cuftom. You Must be fo too, if heed me; which to do, Trebles thee o'er. Seb. Well; I am standing water. Hereditary floth instructs me. Ant. O! If you but knew, how you the purpofe cherish, Seb. Pr'ythee, say on; The fetting of thine eye and cheek proclaim Ant. Thus, Sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, When he is earth'd) hath here almoft perfuaded 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 But doubt difcovery there. Will you grant, with me, Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis; fhe that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; the 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 razorable; fhe, from whom We were fea-swallow'd; tho' fome, cast again, May by that destiny perform an act, Whereof, what's paft is prologue; what to come, Seb. What ftuff is this? how fay you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis, *No advices by letter. VOL. I. D So So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Ant A space, whofe ev'ry cubit Seems to cry out, How fhall that Claribel And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death That now hath feiz'd them, why, they were no worse Than now they are: there be that can rule Naples, As well as he that fleeps; lords that can prate As amply, and unneceffarily, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A cough of as deep chat. O that you bore The mind that I do; what a fleep was this For your advancement! do you understand me? Ant. And how does your content Seb I remember, You did fupplant your brother Profpro. And look how well my garments fit upon me; Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that? If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper: Ten confciences, that ftand 'twixt me and Milan, Here lies your brother - No better than the earth he dies upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead ; Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend, Shall be my precedent as thou got'ft Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword; one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'ft; 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 Enter Ariel, with mufic and fong. Ari. My mafter thro' 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 fnoring lie, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Shake off fumber and beware : 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 repose, Ev'n now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you? It ftrook mine, ear moft terribly. Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas 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 saw their weapons drawn: there was a noife, That's verity. 'Tis best we ftand on guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. D 2 Alon. Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further fearch For my poor fon. Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts! For he is, fure, i' th' island. Alon. Lead away. Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to feek thy fon. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to another part of the ifland. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noife 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 disease! his fpirits hear me, "And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll not pinch, Fright me with urchin- fhews, pitch me i' th' mire, "Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark "Out of my way, unlefs 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 "Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount "Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I "All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues "Do hifs me into madnefs. Lo! now! lo! Enter Trinculo. Here comes a fp'rit of his, and to torment me Trin. Here's neither bufh nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it fing i' th' wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed 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 fish; dead or alive? A fish; he fmells like a fifh a very ancient and fish-like fmell. A kind of, not |