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No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oyl;
No occupation, all men idle, all,
And women too; but innocent and pure:
No Sov'reignty.

Seb. And yet he would be King on't.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets

the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour. Treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all † foyzon, all abundance
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his fubjects?

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, Sir,

T'excell the golden age.

Seb. Save his Majesty!

Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

Gon. And do you mark me, Sir?

Alon. Pr'ythee no more; thou doft talk nothing to

me.

Gon. I do well believe your Highness, and did it to minifter occafion to these gentlemen, who are of fuch sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.

Ant. What a blow was there given?

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would

lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would conti

nue in it five weeks without changing.

Seb. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling.

Ant. Nay, good my lord be not angry.

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† Foyzon, the natural juice or moisture of the

grafs or other herbs.

Gon, No I warrant you, I will not adventure my difcretion so weakly: will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go fleep, and hear us.

Alon. What all fo foon afleep? I wish mine eyes Would with themselves shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclin'd to do fo.

Seb. Please you, Sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It feldom visits forrow; when it doth,

It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,

Will guard your person, while you take your reft, And watch your fafety.

Alon. Thank you: wondrous heavy.

[All fleep but Seb. and Ant.

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them?

Ant. It is the quality o'th' climate.
Seb. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
My felf dispos'd to fleep.

What might,

Ant. Nor I, my fpirits are nimble: They fell together all as by confent, They drept as by a thunder-stroke. Worthy Sebastian---- O, what might---- no more. And yet methinks I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: th'occasion speaks thee, and My ftrong imagination fees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking?

Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

Seb. I do; and surely

It is a fleepy language, and thou speak'st

Out of thy fleep: 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 afleep.

Ant. Noble Sebastian,

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep; die rather: wink'it
Whilst thou art waking.

Seb

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly;

There's meaning in thy snores.

Ant. I am more ferious than my custom. You

Must be so, if you heed me; which to do,

Troubles thee o'er.

Seb. Well: I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do so: to ebb

Ant. O!

Hereditary floth inftructs me.

If you but knew how you the purpose cherifi,
Whilft 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 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. Thus Sir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance; this
Who shall be of as little memory
When he is earth'd, hath here almost perfuaded
(For he's a spirit of perfuafion, only
Professes to perfuade) the King his fon's alive;
'Tis as impoffible 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 doubt 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; the that dwells

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Ten leagues beyond man's life; the that from Naples
Can have no † Note, unless the fun were post,
(The man i'th' moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; the a for whom
We were fea-fwallow'd, tho' fome caft again,
May by that destiny perform an act;
Whereof, what's paft is prologue, what to come
Is yours and my difcharge

Seb. What stuff is this? how fay you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis,
So is the heir of Naples, 'twixt which regions
There is fome space.

Ant. A fpace whose ev'ry cubit
Seems to cry out, how shall that Claribel
Meafure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death
That now hath feiz'd them, why they were no worfe
Than now they are: there be that can rule Naples
As well as he that fleeps; lords can that prate
As amply, and unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I my felf 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 Profpe'ro.
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, Sir; where lyes that?

If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper:
But I feel not this deity in my bosom.
Ten confciences that stand 'twixt me and Milan,
Candy'd be they, and melt e'er they moleft.

† no advices by letter.

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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,

Can lay to bed for ever: you, doing thus,

To the perpetual wink for ay might put
This ancient Morfel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all th re st,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any bufsiness that
We fay befits the hour.

Seb. Thy cafe, 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. But one word.

Enter Ariel with Musick and Song.

Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth (For elfe his project dies) to keep them living.

[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear

While you here do snoaring lye,

Open-ey'd conspiracy

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

Shake off fumber, and beware..

Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

Gon. Now, good angels preserve the King!

[They wake

Alon. Why how now ho? awake? why are you

drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gon, What's the matter?

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