You more invest it! ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,

By their own fear, or floth.

Seb. Pr'ythee, say on:

The fetting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. Why then thus, fir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance; this,
Who fhall be of as little memory

When he is earth'd, hath here almost perfuaded
(For he'as a spirit of perfuafion, only
Professes to perfuade) the king, his fon's alive;
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,
As he that fleeps here, swims.

Seb. I have no hope

That he's undrown'd.

Ant. O, out of that no hope,

What great hope have you ? no hope, that way, is
Another way so high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

But drops discovery there. Will you grant, with me,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then, tell me,

Who's the next heir of Naples ?

Seb. Claribel.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples

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Can have no note, unless the fun were poft,

(The man i' th' moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she from whom

We were fea-fwallow'd; though some, cast again,
May by that destiny perform an act,

Whereof, what's past is prologue, what to come

Is 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.

Ant. A space whose ev'ry cubit
Seems to cry out, how shalt thou, Claribel,
Measure it 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 fleeps; 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 fleep were this
For your advancement! do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks, I do.

Ant. And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?
Seb. I remember,

You did fupplant your brother Profpero.
Ant. True:

And, look, how well my garments fit upon me,
Much feater than before. My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your confcience -
Ant. Ay, fir; where lyes that?

If 'twere a kibe, 'twould put me to my flipper :
But I feel not this deity in my bofom.

Ten confciences that ftood 'twixt me and Milan,
Candy'd were they, wou'd melt ere they molested.

Here lyes your brother,

No better than the earth he lyes upon,

If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
Whom I with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
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Can lay to bed for ever; you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this fir 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 cafe, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword; one ftroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st,

And I the king fhall love thee.

Ant. Draw together :

And when I rear my hand, do you the like

To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. But one word.

Enter Ariel with mufick and fong.

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 you living.

While you here do fnoaring lye,
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 fudden.

[Sings in Gonzalo's ear.

[They awake.

Gon. Now, good angels preferve the king!
Alon. Why, how now, ho? awake! why are you drawn?

Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. While we stood here fecuring your repose,

Ev'n now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing

Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you?

It

It strook mine ear most terribly.
Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake: fure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this?

Gon. Upon mine honour, fir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me.
I shak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,
I faw their weapons drawn: there was a noise,
That's verity. 'Tis best we stand on guard;

Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.

Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further search For my poor fon.

Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts!

For he is, fure, i'th' island.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done.

So, king, go fafely on to feek thy fon.

[Exeunt.

Changes to another part of the island.

Enter Caliban with a burden of wood : a noise of thunder beard,

Gal.

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LL the infections that the fun fucks up

From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin shews, pitch me i' th' mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark

Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but

For every trifle are they set upon me.

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which

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Lye tumbling in my bare-foot-way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness. Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a sp'rit of his now to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i'th' wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would fhed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls-What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? a fish; he smells like a fish : a very ancient and fishlike smell. A kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John: a strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not an holyday-fool there but would give a piece of filver. There would this monfter make a man; any strange beaft there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fifh, but an islander that hath lately fuffer'd by a thunder-bolt. Alas! the storm is come again. My best way is to creep under his gabardine: there is no other shelter hereabout; misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows : I will here shrowd 'till the dregs of the storm be past.

SCENE III.

Enter Stephano finging.

Ste. I shall no more to fea, to sea, bere shall I die a-shore. This is a very scurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral: well, here's

my comfort.

[Drinks.