GON. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter ARIEL invifible, playing folemn mufick.

SEB. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling.
ANT. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

GON. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion fo weakly. Will you laugh me afleep, for I am very heavy?

ANT. Go fleep, and hear us.

[All fleep but ALON. SEB. and ANT. ALON. What, all fo foon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclined to do fo.

SEB. Please you, fir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it :

It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,

It is a comforter.

ANT. We two, my lord,

Will guard your person, while you take

And watch your.safety.

your reft,

ALON. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy.

[ALONSO Лleeps. Exit ARIEL.

SEB. What a strange drowsiness poffeffes them?

ANT. It is the quality o' the climate.

SEB. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not

Myself difpos'd to fleep.

ANT. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.

They fell together all, as by consent;

They dropp'd, as by a thunder-ftroke. What might
Worthy Sebastian?_O, what might ?-No more :—
And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

What thou should'st be: the occafion fpeaks thee; and

My strong imagination fees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

SEB. What, art thou waking?

ANT. Do you not hear me speak?

SEB. I do; and, furely,

It is a fleepy language; and thou speak'st

Out of thy fleep: What is it thou didst say?

This is a strange repose, to be asleep

With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

ANT. Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep-die rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.

SEB. Thou doft fnore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy fnores.

ANT. I am more serious than my custom: you

Must be so 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 purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in ftripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,

Moft often do fo near the bottom run,

By their own fear, or floth.

SEB. Pr'ythee, say on :

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throws thee much to yield.

ANT. Thus, fir :

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 perfuafion only,)

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 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; fhe that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples Can have no note, unless the fun were post,

(The man i' the moon's too flow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom

We were all fea-fwallow'd, though fome caft again;
And, by that, deftin'd to perform an act,

Whereof what's paft is prologue; what to come,
In
yours and my discharge.

SEB. What ftuff 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 some space.

ANT. A space whose every cubit

Seems to cry out, How fhall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis,

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 rule Naples,

As well as he that fleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a fleep were this
understand me?

For your

advancement! Do you

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 lies that? if it were a kybe,
Twould put me to my flipper; But I feel not
This deity in my bofom: twenty confciences,
That ftand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they,
And melt, ere they moleft! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like; 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 morfel, this fir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft,

VOL. I.

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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 fword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king fhall love thee.

Mufick. Re-enter ARIEL invifible.

ARI. My master through his art forefees the danger That these, his friends, 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,

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 Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

GON. What's the matter?

[drawn?

SEB. Whiles we stood here fecuring your repofe, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake

It struck mine ear moft terribly.

ALON. I heard nothing,

you?