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Ant. I am more ferious 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 fo: to ebb,

Hereditary floth instructs me.
Ant. O,

If

you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Whilft thus you mock it! how, in ftripping 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, fir:

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 fpirit of perfuafion, only

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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
Another way fo high an hope, that even

way, is

s Trebles thee o'er.]-makes thee thrice as great as thou art.

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almoft perfuaded,]--without any folid argument, or weighty reafon. a fpirit of perfuafion,]—the semblance without the substance; a mere plaufible impoftor.

Ambition

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

But doubts 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.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples Can have no note, unless the fun were poft,

(The man i' the moon's too flow) till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom

We were all fea-fwallowed, though some cast again;
And, by that destiny, to perform an act,

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Whereof what's paft is prologue; what to come,
In your, and my discharge.

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 some space.

Ant. A fpace, whose every cubit

Seems to cry out, How fhall that Claribel

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Measure 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 worse
Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he that fleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore

* doubts discovery there]-queftions the reality of every glimpse of happiness, beyond the profpect of this "no hope," or the object alluded to under that expreffion-a crown ;--whether there be any thing further discoverable, or even defirable.

y note,]-notice, intelligence. A chough]-a daw.

deftin'd, felected,

a Sleep.

The

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 Profpero.
Ant. True:

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

Ant. Ay, fir; where lies that? if it were a kybe,
'Twould put me to my flipper; But I feel not
This deity in my bofom: twenty confciences,
That stand '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: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink, for ay might put

This ancient morfel, this fir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. 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'ft Milan,

I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword: one stroke

feater]-better, more gracefully.

" candy'd be they,]-were they congealed, fhould be diffolved e'er they should ftop me. e doing thus,]-by ftabbing Gonzalo. take fuggeftion,]-readily fwallow any tale, adopt any hint of vil-tell the clock-chime in with our plan,-depofe as we shall direct

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them.

Shall

Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'ft;

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. O, but one word.

[They converfe apart.

Enter Ariel, with mufick and fong.

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.

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! [They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here fecuring your repofe, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It strook mine ear moft terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;

To fall it]-let it fall.

her mantle fhe did fall."

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, A&V, S. 1. Prol.

"Each drop the falls would prove a crocodile."

OTHELLO, Act IV, S. r. Oth.

bis yon friends;—these his friends.

To make an earthquake! fure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ?

Gon. Upon my honour, fir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I fhak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn: - there was a noise, That's verity: 'Tis beft we ftand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further fearch For my poor fon.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!

For he is, fure, i' the island.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done.

So, king, go fafely on to feek thy fon.

SCENE

[Afide. Exeunt.

II.

Another part of the Island.

Enter Caliban with a Burden of Wood: A Noife of Thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks

up

From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a difeafe! His fpirits hear me,

And yet I needs must curfe. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire brand, in the dark

Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but

For every trifle they are fet upon me:

i a fire brand,]-Will with a whisp, a luminous vapour skipping from place to place.

Sometime

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