Seb. I do; and surely 210 Ant. Seb. 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, Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die, rather; wink'st Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Well, I am standing water. Seb. Seb. Do so to ebb Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. 220 Seb. Ant. O, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Most often do so near the bottom run By their own fear or sloth. Prithee, say on: 230 Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuaded, Seb. Ant. For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade,-the king his son's alive, As he that sleeps here swims. That he's undrown'd. I have no hope O, out of that no hope' What great hope have you! no hope that way is 240 Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Seb. Ant. Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, 250 What stuff is this! how say you? A space whose every cubit 260 And let Sebastian wake.' Say this were death That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Ant. Seb. Ant. And how does your content I remember True: 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 'twere a kibe, 270 'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not 281 If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Seb. Ant. They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour. Thy case, dear friend, 290 I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Draw together; And when I rear my hand, do you the like, Seb. O, but one word. [They talk apart. 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. Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake!-Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? What's the matter? 310 Gon. Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Alon. Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you? I heard nothing. Alon. And that a strange one too, which did awake me: Gon. Alon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' th' island. Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : Scene II, Another part of the island. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood. of thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up A noise [Exeunt. From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, |