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Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;
My strong imagination sees a crown
What, art thou waking?
I do; and, surely,
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.
Thou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy snores.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Pr'ythee, say on:
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
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 persuasion only,)
The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible
That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims. Seb. I have no hope
That he's undrown'd.
O, out of that no hope,
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Another way so high a hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she, from whom, We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,
Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours and my discharge.
Seb. 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.
A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
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 Na
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough1 of as deep chat. O, that you bore
I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. And look, how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before: my brother's servants Were then my fellows, now they are my men. 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,
We say befits the hour.
Thy case, dear friend,
(1) A bird of the jack-daw kind. (2) Ever.
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,
His time doth take:
If of life you keep a care,
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
[They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.
I heard nothing.
Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.
Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a hum
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
For my poor son.
Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island.
Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have
[Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Another part of the Island.
ter Caliban, with a burden of wood. A nonse of thunder heard.
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
Sometimes like apes, that moel and chatter at me,
(1) Make mouths.