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Gon. I do well believe your Highnefs, and did it to minifter occafion to thefe gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you: fo you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. Ant. What a blow was there given?

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her fphere, if fhe would continue in it five weeks without changing.

[Enter Ariel 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 dif cretion fo weakly: will you laugh me afleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go fleep, and hear us.

Alon. What all fo foon afleep? I wish mine eyes Would with themselves fhut up my thoughts: I find They are inclin❜d to do so.

Seb. Please you, Sir,

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 perfon, while you take your reft,

And watch your safety.

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

Myfelf difpos'd to fleep.

Ant. Nor I, my fpirits are nimble :

They fell together all as by confent,

They

They dropt as by a thunder-ftroke. What might?
Worthy Sebaftian-O, what might?
And yet methinks I fee it in thy face,

no more.

What thou fhould'ft be: th' 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 fay?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep

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

Ant. Noble Sebaftian,

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

Seb. Thou doft fnore diftinctly;

There's meaning in thy fnores.

Ant. I am more ferious than my cuftom. You Must be fo, if you heed me; which to do,

'Troubles thee not.

Seb. Well: I am standing water.

Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do fo: to ebb

Hereditary floth inftructs me.
Ant. Oh!

If you but knew how you the purpose cherish,
Whilft thus you mock it; how in ftripping it
You more invest it! ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear or floth.

Seb. Pr'ythee fay on,

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

Ant. 'Why then thus Sir:`

Although

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Although this lord of weak remembrance; this
Who fhall be of as little memory

When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a fpirit of perfuafion, only
Profeffes to perfuade) 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
Another way fo high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But 'drops difcovery there. Will
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

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Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then tell me

Who's the next heir of Naples?

Seb. Claribel.

way, is

you grant, with me,

Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis; fhe that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples
Can have no a 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-fwallow'd; tho' fome, caft again,
May by that destiny perform an act

Whereof what's paft is prologue, what to come
Is 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 fpace whofe ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, 4 'how fhalt thou, Claribel,
Measure it back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,

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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
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

You did fupplant your brother Profpro.
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 conscience.

Ant. Ay, Sir; where lyes that?

If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper:
But I feel not this deity in my bofom.

Ten confciences that 'ftood 'twixt me and Milan,

❝ 'Candy'd were they, wou'd melt ere they molefted.` Here lyes your brother

No better than the earth he lyes 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; you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for ay might put
This ancient Morfel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft,
Thry'll take fuggeftion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any bufinefs that
We fay befits the hour.

Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent: as thou got'ft Milan,

5 ftand

6 Candy'd be they, and melt, ere they moleft!

I'll

I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword, one ftroke
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. But one word.

Enter Ariel with Mufick and Song.

Ari. My mafter through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth (For elfe his project dies) to keep 7 'you` living.

[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear.

While you here do fnoaring lye,
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 drawn? Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. While we stood 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 most 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 mine 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,

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I faw

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