Ant. I am more ferious than my custom: you Seb. Well, I am standing water. Hereditary floth instructs me. 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, Most often, do so near the bottom run, Seb. Pr'ythee, say on : The fetting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Ant. Thus, fir: Although this lord 'of weak remembrance, this, (Who fhall be of as little memory, When he is earth'd) hath here" almost persuaded, (For he's a fpirit of perfuafion, only W Profeffes to perfuade) the king, his fon's alive; 'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd, As he, that fleeps here, fwims. 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 s Trebles thee o'er.]-makes thee thrice as great as thou art. t of weak remembrance,]-doting. W almoft perfuaded,]--without any folid argument, or weighty reafon. a fpirit of perfuafion,]—the semblance without the substance; a mere plaufible impoftor. Ambition Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubts 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; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; fhe that from Naples Can have no note, unless the fun were poft, (The man i' the moon's too flow) till new-born chins We were all fea-fwallowed, though some cast again; Whereof what's paft is prologue; what to come, Seb. What stuff 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 some space. Ant. A fpace, whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How fhall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples? - Keep in Tunis, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore * doubts discovery there]-queftions the reality of every glimpse of happiness, beyond the profpect of this "no hope," or the object alluded to under that expreffion-a crown ;--whether there be any thing further discoverable, or even defirable. y note,]-notice, intelligence. A chough]-a daw. deftin'd, felected, a Sleep. The The mind that I do! what a fleep were this For your advancement? Do you understand me? Ant. And how does your content Seb. I remember, You did fupplant your brother Profpero. And, look, how well my garments fit upon me; Ant. Ay, fir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; This ancient morfel, this fir Prudence, who 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 feater]-better, more gracefully. " candy'd be they,]-were they congealed, fhould be diffolved e'er they should ftop me. e doing thus,]-by ftabbing Gonzalo. take fuggeftion,]-readily fwallow any tale, adopt any hint of vil-tell the clock-chime in with our plan,-depofe as we shall direct lany them. Shall Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'ft; 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. [They converfe apart. Enter Ariel, with mufick and fong. Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger, That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth (For else his project dies) to keep them living. [Sings in Gonzalo's ear. While you here do fnoring lie, Open-ey'd confpiracy His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Ant. Then let us both be fudden. 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? Seb. Whiles we stood here fecuring your repofe, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It strook mine ear moft terribly. Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To fall it]-let it fall. her mantle fhe did fall." MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, A&V, S. 1. Prol. "Each drop the falls would prove a crocodile." OTHELLO, Act IV, S. r. Oth. bis yon friends;—these his friends. To make an earthquake! fure, it was the roar Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Gon. Upon my honour, fir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I fhak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn: - there was a noise, That's verity: 'Tis beft we ftand upon our 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. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, fure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done. So, king, go fafely on to feek thy fon. SCENE [Afide. Exeunt. II. Another part of the Island. Enter Caliban with a Burden of Wood: A Noife of Thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him And yet I needs must curfe. But they'll nor pinch, Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but For every trifle they are fet upon me: i a fire brand,]-Will with a whisp, a luminous vapour skipping from place to place. Sometime |