But rather lose her to an African; Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself [son, Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, When you should bring the plaster. Seb. Very well. Ant. And most chirurge only. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy. Seb. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,- Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Execute all things: for no kind of traffic And women too; but innocent and pure: Seb. And yet he would be king on't. 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 foizon, all abundance, To feed my innocent people. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. Seb. 'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Gon. And do you mark me, sir? Alon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou dost talk nothing to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such 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 mettle; you would 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 Alonso, Sebastian, and Antonio. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclined to do so. Seb. Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. Ant. 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! Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; and My strong imagination sees 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 sleepy language; and thou speak'st This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep. Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Seb. 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. Seb. Well; I am standing water. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Seb. Do so: to ebb, Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. O, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Seb. Pr'ythee, say on: The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Ant. Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps 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 But doubts 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; she that dwells Seb. What stuff is this? How say you? Ant. A space whose every cubit As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Seb. Methinks, I do, Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. True: And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; 'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feel not That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they, Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Ant. Draw together: And when I rear my hand, do you the like. To fall it on Gonzalo. Seb. 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 ear. While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take: Ant. Then let us both be sudden. [They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake; Why are you Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. What's the matter? [drawn? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? |