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Muf be fo too, if heed me; which to
Trebles thee o'er. (14)

Seb. Well I am ftanding water.

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Ant. I'll teach you how to how.
Seb. Do fo: to ebb

Hereditary floth inftructs 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,
Moft often do fo near the bottom run,
By their own fear or floth.

Seb. Pry'thee, fay 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 Sir:

Although this Lord of weak remembrance, this,
(Who fhall be of as little memory,

When he is earth'd ;) hath here almoft perfuaded
(For he's a spirit of perfuafion, only
Profeffes to perfuade) the King, his fon's alive;
"Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd,

As he, that fleeps here, fwims.

(14) Trebles thee o'er.] i. e, makes thee thrice what thou now arte Thus the two first filio's, and all the other impreffions of any autho rity, that I have feen, exhibit the text and the phrafe is familiar both to our Poet, and other Stage-writers of his time.

Merchant of Venice, Act 3. Sc 2.
yet for you
I would be trebled twenty times myfself,

K. Richard III. A&t 5. Sc. 3.

Why, our battalion trebles that account.

So, Pericles, Prince of Tyre;"

The boatswain whiftles, and the mafter calls,
And trebles their confufion.

And fo, Marton in his Sopbonifba3

Think, ev'ry honour, that doth grace thy sword,

Trebles my love.

Troubles thee o'er-is a foolish reading, which, I believe, firft got birth in Mr. Pope's two editions of cur Poet; and, I dare fay, will lie buried there in a proper obfcurity,

Seb.

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
Another way fo high an hope, that even

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

But doubt 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, fhie that dwelfs Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples Can have no note, unless the fun were poft,

(The man i' th' moon's too flow) 'till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom (15)
We were fea-fwallow'd; tho' fome, caft again,
May by that deftiny perform an act,

Whereof, what's paft is prologue; what to come,
Is yours and my discharge-

Seb. What ftaff 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 fome fpace.

Ant. A fpace, whofe ev'ry cubit

Seems to cry out, how fhall that Claribel

Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,

And let Sebaftian wake. Say, this were death

That now hath feiz'd them, why, they were no worfe
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 Gonzale; I myself could make

(15)

She, for robem

We were fea-frval or'd,] Thus Mr. Po e, with a little reafon, ast authority. All the copies, that I have feen, read-from rukom, &c. And why not from? Were they not fhipwreck'd, as is evident above, ia their return from her?

Would I had never

Married my daughter there! for coming thence, &c..

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
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, Sir; where lies that?

If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper:
But I feel not this deity in my bofom..

Ten confciences, that ftand '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 feel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: you doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for ay might put
This ancient morfel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft,
They'll take fuggeftion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any bufineis, 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.
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay f;.
And I the King fhall 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

Enter Ariel, with Mufick and Song. Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger, you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth (For elfe his project dies) to keep them living.

That

[Sings in Gonzalo's ear.

While you here do fnoaring 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 preferve the King! [They wake, Alon. Why, how now, ho? awake? whyarey. Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. While we ftood here fecuring your repofe, Ev'n now we heard a hollow burft of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you? It ftrook mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a 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?

Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a ftrange one too, which did awake me. Ifhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, · Ifaw their weapons drawn: there was a noite, That's verity. "Tis beft we ftand on 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. Heav'ns keep him from thefe beasts!

For he is, fure, i' th' island.

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero my Lord fhall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to feek thy fon.

C 5

[Exeunt.

SCENE:

SCENE changes to another part of the Island. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noife of thunder heard. LL the infections, that the fun fucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Proper fall, and make him

Cal.

A'

By inch-meal a difeafe! his. fpirits hear me,

And yet I needs must curfe. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhews, pitch me i' th' mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they fet upon me.

Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hifs me into madnefs. Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fpirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in flowly. I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bufh nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all, and another ftorm brewing; I hear it fing i' th' wind: yond fame black cloud, yond huge. one, (16) looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed, his liquor. If it fhould thunder as it did before, I know

(16) Locks like a foul bumbard] This term again occurs in the First Part of Henry IV.—— that fwoln parcel of dropfies, that huge, bum bard of fack-and again in Henry VIII. And here you lie baiting of bumbards, when ye fhould do fervice. By thefe feveral paffages, 'tis. plain, the word meant in thofe day's a large vellel for holding drink, as well as the piece of ordnance fo call'd. And, I think, at Oxford they now make ufe of a vehicle, which is term'd a gun of ale. Ben Fobnfor, cur Author's contemporary, likewife employs this word bum bard in this fenfe. The poor cattle yonder are paffing away the time with a cheat loaf, and a bumbard of broken beer, &r See his Masque of Augures. And, in his tranflation of Horace's Art of Poetry, he renders Projicit ampullas, & fefquipedalia verba,,

in this manner;

muft throw by

Their Lumbard phrafe, and foot, and-half-foot words.

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