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The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birin, indeed,
Which chroes thee much to yield.

Ant. Thus, Sir :
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
Who thill be of as little memory,
When he is earth’d; hath here almost persuaded,
For he's a spirit of perfuafion, only 3
Profeffes to persuade the King, his fon's alive;
'Tis as impoffible 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 ? Io hope, that way, is
Another way fo high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, +
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me
Ihit Ferdinand is drown'd ?

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then tell me
Who's the next heir of Naples?

Seb. Cl:ribil.

rint. She that is Queen of Tunis ; fre that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples

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lose their difinctness, so that For he, a spirit of perfuafion, what is there dil overed, is only profiles ia perfuade. faint, oblue, and doubiiul.

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Can have no note, unless the sun were poit,
(The man i'ch' moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins
Be rough and and razorable ; she, from whom
We were sea-swallow'd: tho' fome, cait again,
And by that destiny, to perform an act,
Whereof, what's past is prologue ; what to come,
Is yours and my discharge---

Seb. What stuff is this? how lay you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis,
So is the heir of Neples; 'cwixt which regions
There is some space.

Ant. A space, whose ev'ry cubic
Seems to cry out, how shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastion wake. Say, this were death
That now bath seiż'd them, wly, they were no worse
Than now they are: there be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he chat seeps ; 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 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 supplant your brother Prospero.

5 These lines stand in the old cept that in the last line in mould Edition thus :

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better fas--and that by destiny. -though fome cast again Ji being a comm' n plea of And by that destiny, io perform wickedness to cal temptation an a ?

deluny. herec ' that's past is prologue, 6 --- Kicpin l'uris.] There is what to come

in this pallipe a propriety loft In your and my discharge. which a light alteration will

rettore,
The reading in the later Editions
is without authority. The old Sleep in Tunis,
text may very well fand, ex. And leo Sebastian 'wake.

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Ant. True :
And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before. My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.

Sub. But, for your conscience-

Ank. Ay, Sir; where lies that ? ? If 'twere a kybe, 'would put me to my slipper : But I feel not this deity in my bolom. Ten consciences, that stand 'wixt me and Milan, Candy'd be they, and melt, ere they molest! Here lyes your brother No better than the earth he lyes upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead ; Whom I with this obedient fleel, three inches of it, Can lay to bid for ever : you doing thus, To the perpetual wink for ay might put This ancient Morfel, this Sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, They'll take fuggeftion, as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any businels, that, We say, befits the hour.

Seb. Thy case dear friend, Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'lt;

ter,

7 In the first Edition these ceflity of changing twenty to ten, lines are otherwise arranged. but the change being for the bet

it is fufficient barely to note Ay Sir, where lyes that? if

it. 'twere a kyte

I think we may safely read, Twould put me to my fiffer, Candied be they or melt. but I feel not

That is, let

my

conscience be This D'ity in my cofom. Twenty dried up and lie unactive, or melt Conciences

and run cuite away. That stand twixt me and Milan,

8 For More D. Warburton candy'd be i hey.

reads antient Moral, very eleAnd melt ere they moleft. Here

gantly and judiciously, yet I lies your brother.

know not whether the Author The present reading is quite are might not write Morsel, as we biisary, as appears by the ne- say a piece of a Man.

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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

Enter Ariel, wiib 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 dies to keep them living. 9

[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear.
While you bere do snoring lye,
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time dotb take :
If of life you keep a care,
Shake of Number and beware :

Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
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?

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to keep them living ] i. e. taken Antonio for Gonzalo. Ariel Alonzo and Antonio ; for it was would certainly not tell Gonzalo on their lives that his project de. that his master saved him only pended. Yet the Oxford Editor for his project. He speaks to alters them, to you, becaule in himself as he approaches, the verse before, it is said you My master through his art fore. his friend; as if, because Ariel was sent forth to save his friend, That cheie his friends are in.

sees the danger, he coula not have another pur. pose in sending him, viz, to save These written with a y according bis project too. WARGURTON. to the old practice, did not much

I think Dr.Warburton and the differ from you. Oxford Editor both mistaken.

drawn) Having your The sense of the passage as it Swords diawn. So in Romeo and now stands is this: He sees your Juliet, danger and will therefore lave What art thou drawn among thes them. Dr. Warburton has mis heartless binds ?

Seb:

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Seb. While we stood here fecuring your repose, Ev'n now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did's not wake you ? It strook mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'cwas 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 ? [To Gonzalo.]

Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake nie.
I shak'd you, Sir, and cry’d; as mine eyes open'd
I saw their weapons drawn :- there was a noise,
That's verity: 'Tis best we stand on guard ;
Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons.
A on. Lead off this ground, and let's make further

search Forty Orfon.

601. Heaven's keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i'th' island.

Aion, Lead away.

Ari. Profpero my lord hall know what I have done, So, King, go safely on to seek thy fon. [Exeunt.

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Changes to an ther part of the island.
Enter Caliban with a burden of word; a noise of

ihundig bedre.

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Cal. LL the Infections, that the sun sucks up

From bogs, fens, fats, on Proper fall,

and make him
By inch-meal a discale ! his spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with uchin shews, pitch me i'ın' mire,
Ner lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em ; but
For every tr ile are they set upon me.

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