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'Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
And, do you mark me, sir?— Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: Thou dost talk nothing to me.
Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible 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; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
Ant. What a blow was there given !
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, invisible, playing solemn music.
Gon. No, I warrant you: I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?
Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I
They are inclined to do so.
It is a comforter.
Please you, sir,
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest, And watch your safety.
Thank you: wondrous heavy. [Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep.
Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?—No more :And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and
My strong imagination sees a crown
I do; and, surely,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep die rather; wink'st
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Thou dost snore distinctly;
Well; I am standing water.
Do so: to ebb,
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Pr'ythee, say on: The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield.
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded
me, That Ferdinand is drown'd? Seb.
O, out of that no hope,
Will you grant, with
Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
What stuff is this?-How say you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space.
And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no
Than now they are: there be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
And how does your content
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
And look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Seb. But, for your conscience
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe,
If he were that which now he's like; whom I,
say befits the hour.
Thy case, dear friend,
(1) A bird of the jack-daw kind. (2) Ever. (3) Any hint.
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
O, but one word.
[They converse apart.
Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the
That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth,
While you here do snoring lie,
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
I heard nothing.