No sovereignty: SEB. Yet he would be king on 't. ANT. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. GON. All things in common nature should produce Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, To feed my innocent people. SEB. No marrying 'mong his subjects? ANT. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. GON. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. SEB. 'Save his majesty! ANT. Long live Gonzalo! And, do you mark me, sir?ALON. Prithee, 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 alway suse to laugh at nothing. ANT. 'T was 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! SEB. An it had not fallen flat-long. 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. SEB. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. 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 find Will guard your person while you take your rest, ALON. Thank you: wondrous heavy. Exit ARIEL SEB. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! SEB. Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not ANT. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; and Dropping upon thy head. SEB. What, art thou waking? ANT. Do you not hear me speak? SEB. I do; and, surely, It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say? With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep, die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking. SEB. 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. SEB. Well, I am standing water. ANT. I'll teach you how to flow. SEB. Hereditary sloth instructs me. ANT. Do so: to ebb, 0, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Most often do so near the bottom run, By their own fear, or sloth. SEB. Prithee say on: The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. ANT. Thus, sir: 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 Professes to persuade) the king his son 's alive,'T is as impossible that he 's undrown'd, As he that sleeps here, swims. SEB. That he 's undrown'd. ANT. I have no hope O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubts discovery there. Will you grant with me, That Ferdinand is drown'd? 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 all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; And by that destiny to perform an act, SEB. What stuff is this?-How say you? "T is true, my brother's daughter 's queen of Tunis: So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space. ANT. A space whose every cubit Measure us back to Naples?"-Keep in Tunis, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore And look how well my garments sit upon me; ANT. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 't were a kybe, If he were that which now he 's like, that 's dead; Should not upbraid our. course. For all the rest, We say befits the hour. Thy case, dear friend, SEB. ANT. Draw together: SEB. O, but one word. [They converse apart. Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. ARI. My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth, (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. [Sings in GONZALO's ear. While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware: ANT. Then let us both be sudden. GON. Now, good angels, preserve the king! [They awake. ALON. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? GON. ALON. I heard nothing. ANT. O, 't was a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. ALON. Heard you this, Gonzalo? |