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For your advancement! Do you understand me?.
Seb. Methinks, I do.
And how does your content
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; 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' might put This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, They'll take suggestion, 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.
Draw together : And when I rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo.
0, but one word.
[They converse apart.
Musick. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, (For else his project dies,) to keep them living.
[Sings in Goxzalo's ear.
His time doth take:
[They wake. Alon. Why, how pow, 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. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear ; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
Heard you this, Gonzalo?
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 :
[Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt.
A noise of thunder heard.
For every trifle are they set upon 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 4 that would shed his liqour. 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 fishlike 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
3 Make mouths.
opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again : my best way is to creep under his gaberdine ;5 there is no other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.
Enter STEPHANO, singing ; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die a-shore;This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral : Well, here's my comfort.
[Drinks. The master, the swabber, the-boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,
But none of us car’d for Kate:'
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
[Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: O!
Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde?" Ha! I have not 'scàp'd 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
5 The frock of a peasant.