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? no more. What thou fhould'ft be: th' occafion fpeaks thee, and Seb. What, art thou waking? It is a fleepy language, and thou speak'st With eyes wide open: standing, fpeaking, moving; Ant. Noble Sebaftian, Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep, die rather; wink'st 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. Hereditary floth inftructs me. If you but knew how you the purpose cherish, Seb. Pr'ythee fay on, The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim Ant. 'Why then thus Sir:` Although Although this lord of weak remembrance; this When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuaded 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 2 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 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, 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, And And let Sebaftian wake. Say, this were death As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A Chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore 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 lyes that? If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper: 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; 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 Ant. Draw together: And when I rear my hand, do you the like 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, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, 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; Alon. Heard you this? Gon. Upon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming, 7 them I faw |