Be rough and razorable: she, from whom 1

We all were 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.

Ant.

A space, whose every cubit 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 seized them; why, they were no

worse

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 3 of as deep chat. 0, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks I do.

For

Ant.

And how does your content

In coming from whom.

2 Depends on what you and I are to perform.

A bird of the jackdaw kind.

Tender your own good fortune?

Seb.

I remember,

You did supplant your brother Prospero.

True:

Ant. 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. Seb. But, for your conscience,—

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe,

"Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom : twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere 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,

Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye 2 might put

This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion,3 as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business 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'st; And I, the king, shall love thee.

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 them living.

[sings in Gonzalo's ear.

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed conspiracy

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?

Gon.

What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, Like bulls, or rather lions: did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.

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 honor, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me : I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise, That's verity. "Tis best we stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search

For my poor son.

Gon.

Heavens keep him from these beasts!

For he is, sure, i' the island.

Alon.

Lead away.

Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have

done:

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

[aside. [Exeunt.

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 From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make

him

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,

And yet I needs must curse. But they 'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:

Sometime like apes, that moe1 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; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!

Enter TRINCulo.

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

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 bumbard 2 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

Make mouths. 2 A leathern flagon to hold beer.