We two, my lord, Will guard your person while you take your rest, Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy. [Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Why Seb. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. Ant. What might, Worthy Sebastian? O, what might ?-No more :- What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and Dropping upon thy head. Seb. Ant. Do you not hear me speak? 200 What, art thou waking? I do; and surely 210 What is it thou didst say? It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Art. Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die, rather; wink'st Seb. Noble Sebastian, 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 If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Most often do so near the bottom run By their own fear or sloth. 220 Seb. Prithee, say on: LHAK. I.-2 The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim Ant. Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuaded,— For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade,-the king his son's alive, "Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd As he that sleeps here swims. Seb. That he's undrown'd. Ant. I have no hope O, out of that "no hope" What great hope have you! no hope that way is But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells The man i' the moon's too slow-till new-born chins Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come 230 240 250 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. A space whose every cubit Ant. Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake." Say, this were death That now hath seized 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 chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore For your advancement! Do you understand me? 260 Seb. Methinks I do. Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? I remember : 270 True: And look how well my garments sit upon me; Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour. Thy case, dear friend, Seb. Ant. 280 - 290 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. [Sings in Gonzalo's ear. While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take. If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware: Awake, awako! 300 Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Preserve the king. Now, good angels [They wake. Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. Alon. 320 Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honor, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our 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 son. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. SCENE II. Another part of the island.. [Exeunt. Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me 10 Enter TRINCULO. Lo, now, lo! Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose 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 fish-like 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 a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange 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. Legged 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 islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past. Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die ashore This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Sings. The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner and his mate Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery, She love I not the savour of tar nor of pitch, [Drinks. Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: 50 This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. [Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: Oh! |