Muft be fo too, if heed me; *which to do,

Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well; I am ftanding water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do foto ebb

Hereditary floth inftructs me.

Ant. O!

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whilft thus you mock it; how, in ftripping it,
You more inveft it: ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do fo near the bottom run,
By their own fear or floth.

Seb. Pry'thee, fay 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 fhall be of as little memory,

When he is earth'd;) hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a spirit of perfuafion, only

Profeffes to perfuade) the King, his fon's alive:
'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd,
As he, that fleeps here, fwims.

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 fo high an hope, that even

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

But doubt difcovery 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.

which to do, Trebles thee o'er.] i. e. follow my advice, and it will advance thy fortune to the height.

Ant.

Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis; fhe that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples
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; fhe, from 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 she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is fome space.

Ant. A space, whofe ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, how fhall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,

And let Sebaftian wake. Say, this were death.

That now hath feiz'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 was 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 Profpro.

Ant. True:

And, look, how well my garments fit upon me;
Much feater than before. My brother's fervants
Where than my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your confcience-

Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that?

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

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Ten

Ten confciences, that ftand 'twixt me and Milan,
Candy'd be they, and melt, e'er they moleft!
Here lies your brother-

No better than the earth he lies 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 Moral, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft,
They'll take fuggeftion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business, 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 fword; one ftroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'ft; 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. O, but one word

Enter Ariel with Mufic and Song.

Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger, That you his friend, are in, and fends me forth (For else his project dies) *to keep them living.

[Sings in Gonzalo`s Ear.

While you here do fnoring lie,

Open-ey'd confpiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off lumber and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.

to keep them living.] i. e. Alonzo and Anthonio; for it was on

their Lives that his Project depended.

Gon.

Gon. Now, good angels preferve the King!

[They wake.

Alon. Why, how now, ho? awake? why are you Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

[drawn?

Seb. While we stood here fecuring your repose, Ev'n now we heard a hollow burft of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did 't not wake you? It ftrook mine ear moft 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 my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a ftrange one too, which did awake me. I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verity. 'Tis beft we ftand on guard: Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further For my poor fon.

Gon. Heav'ns keep him from these beasts!

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

Alon. Lead away.

[fearch

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to seek thy fon.

[Exeunt.

Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noife of thunder

Cal.

heard.

LL the infections, that the fun fucks up, "From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and

make him

By inch-meal a disease! his fpirits hear me, "And yet I needs must curfe. But they'll not pinch, "Fright

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Fright me with urchin fhews, 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.

"Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, "And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which "Lie 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 hifs me into madness. Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

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

Trin. Here's neither bush nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it fing i' th' wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge one, *looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond fame cloud cannot chufe but fall by pailfuls-What have we

here, a man or a fish? dead or alive? a fifh; he smells like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like fmell. A kind of, not of the newest, Poor John: a ftrange fish! "Were I in England now, as once I was, and had "but this fish painted, not an holiday-fool there but "would give a piece of filver. There would this "monfter make a man; any ftrange beast there “makes a man; when they will not give a doit to "relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see 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 fish, but an Iflander that hath lately fuffer'd by a thunder-bolt.

Looks like a foul Bumbard.] A large Veffel for containing Drink, as well as the Piece of Ordnance fo call'd.

Alas!