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

Dropping upon thy head.

Seb.

What, art thou waking?

I do; and, surely,

Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

Seb.

It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st

Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say ?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep

With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving
And yet so fast asleep.

Ant.

Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'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,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,

Most often do so near the bottom run,

By their own fear, or sloth.

Seb.

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.

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)

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.

Ant.

O, out of that no hope,

What great hope have you! that way, is

Another way so high an hope, that even
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 26, 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 your's 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.

Ant.

A space

Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel

Measure us back to Naples?-Keep in Tunis,

And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death
That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse
Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For
your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks, I do.

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 kybe,

"Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like; whom I,
With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel 27, this sir Prudence, who

Should not upbraid our course.

For all the rest,

They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that

We say befits the hour.

Seb.

Thy case, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,

I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;

And I the king shall love thee.

Ant.

Draw together:

And when I rear my hand, do you the like

To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb.

Musick

O, but one word.

[They converse apart.

Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.

Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That these, his friends, 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 lic,
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take:
If of life you keep a care,

Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!

Alon. Why, how now,

drawn?

[They wake.

ho! awake! Why are you

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

What's the matter?

Gon. 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.

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, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard;

Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further

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