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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. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
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 inclin'd to do so.
Please you, sir,
It is a comforter.
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
Thank you: Wond'rous heavy-
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them?
Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
What thou should'st be the occasion speaks thee;
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.
What, art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
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 Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded
The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible
That he's undrown'd.
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 doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, That Ferdinand is drown'd?
Who's the next heir of Naples?
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 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 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.
Then, tell me,
A space, whose every cubit 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 siz'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 chongh of as deep chat. O, that you bore
And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Seb. But, for your conscience
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? If it were a kybe,
If he were that which now he's like; whom I,
O, but one word.
[They converse apart.
Music. 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 car.
While you here do snoring lie,
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
[They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
What's the matter?
I heard nothing.
For my poor son.
Heavens keep him from these beasts!