Execute all things: for no kind of traffic And women too; but innocent and pure: Seb. Yet he would be king on't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the be ginning. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. Seb. Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! 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 2 to laugh at nothing. Ant. 'Twas you we laughed at. Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. 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, They are inclined to do so. Seb. Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: 1 Cultivation of the earth, from "to till." 2 Are in the habit of laughing. [ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! 1 Why Seb. Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent: They dropped, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and 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 With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep- die rather; wink'st 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 earthed) hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade) the king, his son's alive,— 1 Nature. 'Tis as impossible that he's undrowned, As he that sleeps here, swims. Seb. That he's undrowned. Ant. I have no hope O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is But doubts discovery there. Seb. Ant. Will you grant, with me, Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. Ant. She that is queen of Tunis: she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life1; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man in the moon's too slow) till new-born chins We all were sea-swallowed, though some cast again; Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Seb. Ant. A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, "How shall that Claribel That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse As amply and unnecessarily, As this Gonzalo ;-I myself could make For your advancement! Do you understand me? Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? 1 Farther off than the life of man would be long enough to reach. Seb. I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. True: And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kybe2, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Ant. And when I rear my hand, do you the like, Draw together: [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. 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?1 Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Alon. 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. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search For my poor son. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, in the island. Alon. Lead away. Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done : So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. Aside. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN, with a burthen of Wood.-A noise of Thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him 2 By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, 1 Why have you your swords drawn? 2 Parts of the size of an inch. F |