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Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
And, do you mark me, sir?Alon. Pr’ythee, no more; thou dost talk nothing
to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.
Ant. 'Twas you we laughed at.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
Ant. What a blow was there given !
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
[all sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I find
1 Bird-catching in the night time.
They are inclined to do so.
Please you, sir,
Ant. We two, my lord,
Thank you : wondrous heavy:
[Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
What, art thou waking ?
I do; and, surely
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
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, Trebles 1 thee o'er. Seb.
I am standing water.
Do so : to ebb,
Pr’ythee, say on :
1 If you bestow attention, it will in the end make you tbrice what you are.
2 How, in stripping the words of their common mearing, and using them figuratively, you adapt them to your own situation !
Thus, sir :
I have no hope
0, out of that no hope,
me, That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Seb.
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; 1 she that from
Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i the moon's too slow) till new-born
· At a greater distance than the life of man is long enough to reach.
2 Notice, information
Be rough and razorable : she, from whom 1
Seb. What stuff is this?—How say you?
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
Than now they are: there be, thạt can rule
Seb. Methinks I do.
And how does your content
1 In coming from whom. ? Depends on what you and I are to perform. 3 A bird of the jackdaw kind.