24 This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, 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, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, By their own fear, or sloth. Seb. Pr'ythee, say on: The setting 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 shall be of as little memory, When he is earth'd) hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade) the king, his son's alive, 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd, As he that sleeps here, swims. Seb. That he's undrown'd. Ant. I have no hope O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Another way so high a hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, Seb. Ant. He's gone. Then, tell me, Who's the next heir of Naples? 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 We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, 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. Ant. As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore And look how well my garments sit upon me ; Seb. But for your conscience, Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe, 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, Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Seb. Shall be my precedent: Thy case, dear friend, as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Ant. Seb. O, but one word. [They converse apart. Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. 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 thee living. [Sings in GONZALO's car. While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take. If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, 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 ghastly looking? What's the matter? Gon. 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 ? Gon. Upon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me. I shak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. [Exit with the others. Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done : SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me, Enter TRINCULO. [Exit. Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.—What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man: any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. Ste. Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die ashore : This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral : The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner, and his mate, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us car'd for Kate; For she had a tongue with a tang, She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch : Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. [Drinks. This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. [Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: O! Do you put Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, as proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me: O! Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee: I'll bring my wood home faster. Ste. He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, |