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Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them ?
Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
Seb. What, art thou waking ?
" Seb. I do; and, surely, “ It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st 230 “ Out.of thy sleep: 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 asleep."
Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep, “ die rather ; wink'st • Whiles thou art waking.
“ 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, 241 * 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. 0, “ If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, “ Whilst thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, “ You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, 250 “ Most often, do so near the bottom run, “ By their own fear, or sloth.".
Seb. Pr'ythee, say on:
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 persuaded: " (For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
261 “ Professes to persuade) 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, 0, 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, 270 " But doubts , discovery there." Will you grant
That Ferdinand is drown'di
Seb. He's gone.
Ant. Then, tell me,
" Seb. Claribel.
" Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells “ Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from
Naples " Can have no note, unless the sun were post, “(The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born chins
280 « Bę rough and razorable ; she, from whom “ We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast
again ; « And, by that destiny, to perform an act, « Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come, “ In yours, and my discharge. 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.” Art.“ A space, whose every cubit
291 " Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel “ Measure us back to Naples?-Keep in Tunis, “ And let Sebastian wake !”—Say, this were death That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no
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 The mind that I do! what a sleep were this 301 For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks, I do.
Ant. And how does your content
Seb. I remember
Ant. True ;
Seb. But, for your conscience-
kybe, “ 'Twould put me to my slipper ; But I feel not so This deity in my bosom :” twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they, And melt, e'er they molest, 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,
320 Can lay to bed for ever : whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink, for ay might put This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, whą Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, "! They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;" They'll tell the clock to any business that Diij
We say befits the hour.
Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent; as thon 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.
332 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.
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 else his project dięs) 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 drawn? 3