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The Tempest

Act II, Scene 1

 

Another part of the island
 
[Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO,
      and OTHERS]
 
GONZALO.
           ,         ,        ,              ,    ,
      Beseech | you sir,| be mer|ry; you / have cause
           ,         ,        ,         ,       ,
      (So have | we all)| of joy;| for our | escape
           ,        ,          ,          ,        ,
      Is much | beyond | our loss.| Our hint | of woe
          ,        ,  2   ,          ,          ,
      Is com|mon, ev|ery day,| some sai|lor's wife,
           ,      2     ,     ,          ,         ,
      The mas|ters of some | merchant,| and the | merchant
             ,          ,         ,      ,     2       ,  2
      Have just | our theme | of woe: | but for the | miracle
           ,         ,      ,        ,        ,        2->
      (I mean | our pre|serva|tion) few | in mil||lions
            ,           ,          ,              ,     ,
      Can speak | like us:| then wise|ly (good / sir) weigh
           ,        ,         ,
      Our sor|row with | our com|fort.
 
ALONSO.
                                        ,         ,
10                                     Pri|thee peace.
 
SEBASTIAN.
       ,       ,    ,               T   T   T
      He re|ceives com/fort like^|cold porridge.
 
ANTONIO.
           ,     ,     ,         ,          ,
      The vis|itor | will not | give him | ore so.
 
SEBASTIAN.
        ,           ,         ,         ,             ,
      Look, he's | winding | up the | watch of | his wit,
       ,        ,              ,
      By and | by it | will strike.
 
GONZALO.
                                    T
                                   Sir.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                         T     T
16                                      One: tell.
 
GONZALO.
When every grief is entertained, that's offered comes to the entertainer.
 
SEBASTIAN.
A dollar.
 
GONZALO.
Dolour comes to him indeed, you have spoken truer than you purposed.
 
SEBASTIAN.
You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
 
GONZALO.
Therefore my lord.
 
ANTONIO.
Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue.
 
ALONSO.
I prithee spare.
 
GONZALO.
Well I have done: but yet--
 
SEBASTIAN.
He will be talking.
 
ANTONIO.
Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?
 
SEBASTIAN.
The old cock.
 
ANTONIO.
The cockerel.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Done: The wager?
 
ANTONIO.
A laughter.
 
SEBASTIAN.
A match.
 
ADRIAN.
Though this island seem to be deser.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Ha, ha, ha!
 
ANTONIO.
So: you're paid.
 
ADRIAN.
Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Yet--
 
ADRIAN.
Yet--
 
ANTONIO.
He could not miss it.
 
ADRIAN.
It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.
 
ANTONIO.
Temperance was a delicate wench.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
 
ADRIAN.
The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
 
SEBASTIAN.
As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
 
ANTONIO.
Or, as twere perfumed by a fen.
 
GONZALO.
Here is everything advantageous to life.
 
ANTONIO.
True, save means to live.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Of that there's none, or little.
 
GONZALO.
How lush and lusty the grass looks?  How green?
 
ANTONIO.
The ground indeed is tawny.
 
SEBASTIAN.
With an eye of green in it.
 
ANTONIO.
He misses not much.
 
SEBASTIAN.
No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.
 
GONZALO.
But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit.
 
SEBASTIAN.
As many vouched rarities are.
 
GONZALO.
That our garments being (as they were) drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.
 
ANTONIO.
If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies?
 
SEBASTIAN.
Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
 
GONZALO.
Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Africa, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
 
ADRIAN.
Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.
 
GONZALO.
Not since widow Dido's time.
 
ANTONIO.
Widow?  A pox on that:  How came that widow in?  Widow Dido!
 
SEBASTIAN.
What if he had said, widower Aeneas too?   Good Lord, how you take it?
 
ADRIAN.
Widow Dido said you? You make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
 
GONZALO.
This Tunis sir was Carthage.
 
ADRIAN.
Carthage?
 
GONZALO.
I assure you Carthage.
 
ANTONIO.
His word is more than the miraculous harp.
 
SEBASTIAN.
He hath raised the wall and houses too.
 
ANTONIO.
What impossible matter will he make easy next?
 
SEBASTIAN.
I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
 
ANTONIO.
And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.
 
ALONSO.
Ay.
 
ANTONIO.
Why in good time.
 
GONZALO.
Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen.
 
ANTONIO.
And the rarest that ere came there.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Bate (I beseech you) widow Dido.
 
ANTONIO.
O widow Dido?  Ay, widow Dido.
 
GONZALO.
Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
 
ANTONIO.
That sort was well fished for.
 
GONZALO.
When I wore it at your daughter's marriage.
 
ALONSO.
            ,            ,        ,          ,        ,
17    You cram | these words | into | mine^ears | against
           ,        ,        ,       ,    2       ,
      The sto|mach of | my sense.| Would I had | never
       ,             ,         ,          ,         ,
      Married | my daugh|ter there:| for com|ing thence
          ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
20    My son | is lost,| and (in | my rate)| she too,
           ,       ,          ,   ,       ,
      Who is | so far | from It|aly | removed,
          ,       ,             x          ,           ,
      I nere | again | shall see her.| O thou | mine^heir
          ,   ,     2      ,        T     T      T
      Of Na|ples and of | Milan,| what strange fish
             ,          ,         ,
      Hath made | his meal | on thee?
 
      FRANCISCO.
                                          ,         ,
                                     Sir he | may live:
         ,          ,         ,       ,      ,
      I saw | him beat | the sur|ges un|der him,
            ,      ,            ,          ,         ,     2->
      And ride | upon | their backs:| he trod | the wa||ter
             ,    ,        ,        ,          ,       2->
      Whose en|mity | he flung | aside:| and breast||ed
            ,            ,     2      ,                 ,    ,
      The surge | most swol|len that met | him: his / bold head
        ,            ,          ,          ,          ,
30    Bove the | conten|tious waves | he kept,| and oared
           ,                 ,    ,        ,        ,
      Himself | with his / good arms | in lus|ty stroke
        2      ,           ,     .    T    T   T       ,
      To the shore;| that ore | his wave-worn bas|is bowed,
           ,        ,       ,          ,         ,
      As stoop|ing to | relieve | him. I | not doubt
           ,       ,         ,
      He came | alive | to land.
 
ALONSO.
                                      ,          ,
                                 No, no,| he's gone.
 
SEBASTIAN.
           ,          ,          ,                  ,     ,
      Sir you | may thank | yourself | for this / great loss,
          2       ,      ,          ,         ,           ,
      That would not | bless our | Europe | with your | daughter,
           ,        ,     ,           ,    ,
      But ra|ther lose | her to | an Af|rican;
             ,         ,         ,          ,          ,
      Where she | at least,| is ban|ished from | your eye,
         2       ,         ,          ,       2
40    Who hath cause | to wet | the grief | on it.
 
ALONSO.
                                                    ,         ,
                                                   Pri|thee peace.
 
SEBASTIAN.
       ,            ,              ,     ,       ,   2
      You were | kneeled to,| and im|portuned | otherwise
          ,        ,                ,    ,        ,
      By all | of us: | and the / fair soul | herself
         ,          ,    ,                ,    ,        2->
      Weighed bet|ween loath/ness and | obe|dience || at
             ,      2      ,            ,      2       ,          ,
      Which end | of the beam | should bow:| we have lost | your son,
          ,         ,      ,    2     ,        ,
      I fear | for ev|er. Mi|lan and Na|ples have
            ,       ,       2     ,     ,          ,
      More wid|ows in | them of this | business'| making,
            ,          ,        ,         ,    oo
      Than we | bring men | to com|fort them:|
             ,            ,
      The fault's | your own.  (pickup)
 
ALONSO.
       ,            ,       ,         ,    oo
50    So is | the dear|est of | the loss.|
 
GONZALO.
           ,       ,     ,
      My lord | Sebas|tian,  (picked up)
            ,           ,            ,          ,      ,
      The truth | you speak | doth lack | some gen|tleness
            ,         ,         ,        ,          ,
      And time | to speak | it in:| you rub | the sore,
            ,             ,           ,
      When you | should bring | the plas|ter.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                              ,      ,
55                                           Ve|ry well.
 
ANTONIO.
And most chirurgeonly.
 
GONZALO.
It is foul weather in us all, good sir, when you are cloudy.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Foul weather?
 
ANTONIO.
Very foul.
 
GONZALO.
Had I plantation of this isle, my lord--
 
ANTONIO.
He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Or docks, or mallows.
 
GONZALO.
And were the king on it, what would I do?
 
SEBASTIAN.
Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
 
GONZALO.
        2     ,       ,      ,          ,      ,
56    In the com|monwealth | I would | by con|traries
       ,        ,       ,               ,         ,      2->
      Exe|cute all | things: for | no kind | of traf||fic
            ,      ,         ,        ,      ,
      Would I | admit:| no name | of mag|istrate:
       ,                ,         ,       ,       ,  2
      Letters | should not | be known:| riches,| poverty,
           ,        ,          ,     T   T      Tx       ->
60    And use | of ser|vice, none:| contract, succes||sion,
        ,       ,          T     T     T          ,
      Bourn,| bound of | land, tilth, vine|yard none:
       ,           ,        ,         ,        ,
      No use | of me|tal, corn,| or wine,| or oil:
          ,    ,        ,         ,      ,
      No oc|cupa|tion, all | men^id|le, all:
           ,      ,         ,     ,          ,
      And wom|en too,| but in|nocent | and pure:
          ,     2   ,
      No sov|ereignty.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                            ,          ,     ,    2
                       Yet he | would be | king on it.
 
ANTONIO.
The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.
 
GONZALO.
             ,         ,       ,         ,         ,
      All things | in com|mon na|ture should | produce
          ,       ,            ,        ,         ,    2 ->
      Without | sweat or | endea|vour; trea|son, fel||ony,
        ,       T     T     T         ,      3 3   ,      2->
      Sword,| pike, knife, gun,| or need | of any en||gine
            ,         ,         ,                 ,     ,
70    Would I | not have:| but na|ture should / bring forth
        2     ,      ,          ,        ,     ,
      Of its own | kind, all | foison,| all a|bundance
           ,        ,   2     ,
72    To feed | my in|nocent peo|ple.  \\
 
SEBASTIAN.
No marrying among his subjects?
 
ANTONIO.
None (man) all idle; whores and knaves.
 
GONZALO.
I would with such perfection govern sir: to excel the golden age.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Save his Majesty.
 
ANTONIO.
Long live Gonzalo.
 
GONZALO.
And do you mark me, sir?
 
ALONSO.
Prithee no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
 
GONZALO.
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.
 
ANTONIO.
Twas you we laughed at.
 
GONZALO.
Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
 
ANTONIO.
What a blow was there given?
 
SEBASTIAN.
An it had not fallen flat-long.
 
GONZALO.
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]
 
SEBASTIAN.
We would so, and then go a-bat-fowling.
 
ANTONIO.
Nay good my lord, be not angry.
 
GONZALO.
No I warrant you, I will not adventure my discretion so weakly: will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy.
 
ANTONIO.
Go sleep, and hear us.
 
[All sleep but ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO]
 
ALONSO.
            ,         ,        ,        ,           ,
73    What all | so soon | asleep?| I wish | mine^eyes
        ,                  ,       ,              ,          ,
      Would (with | themselves)| shut up | my thoughts:| I find
            ,         ,         ,
      They are | inclined | to do | so.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                          ,          ,
                                       Please | you sir,
          ,      ,         ,      ,       x
      Do not | omit | the hea|vy of|fer of it:
          ,       ,       ,         ,         ,
      It sel|dom vis|its sor|row, when | it doth,
          ,      ,      ,
      It is | a com|forter.
 
ANTONIO.
                               ,         ,
80                         We two | my lord,
             ,           ,        ,           ,           ,
      Will guard | your per|son while | you take | your rest,
            ,            ,
      And watch | your safe|ty.
 
ALONSO.
                                 ,           ,         ,     ->
                               Thank | you: won|drous hea||vy.
 
[ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL.]
 
SEBASTIAN.
        ,         ,         ,   2         ,        ,
      What | a strange | drowsiness | posses|ses them!
 
ANTONIO.
       ,            ,    ,     2     ,
      It is | the qual|ity | of the cli|mate.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                              ,
                                             Why
          2    ,          ,     T   T    T         ,
      doth it not | then our | eyelids sink? | I find
       ,       ,        ,          __ 
      Not my|self dis|posed to | sleep.
 
ANTONIO.
          ,        ,     2     ,       o
      Nor I,| my spi|rits are nim|ble:    (tetra with prev)
             ,       ,       ,        ,       ,
90    They fell | toge|ther all,| as by | consent
              ,          ,       ,         ,            ,
      They dropped,| as by | a thun|der-stroke:| what might,
       ,          ,    2   ,          ,          ,
      Worthy | Sebas|tian? O,| what might?| No more:
           ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
      And yet,| methinks | I see | it in | thy face,
             ,              ,      2   ,         ,       ,
      What thou | shouldst be:| The occa|sion speaks | thee, and
            ,       ,    ,        ,        ,
      My strong | ima|gina|tion sees | a crown
        ,          ,          ,
      Dropping | upon | thy head.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                   ,                ,       2->
                                 What?  Art | thou wak||ing?
 
ANTONIO.
          ,          ,         ,
      Do you | not hear | me speak?
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                      ,         ,     ->
                                   I do:| and sure||ly
       ,     2    ,       ,         ,            ,
100   It | is a sleep|y lang|uage, and | thou speakst
       ,             ,           ,        ,           ,
      Out of | thy sleep:| What is | it thou | didst say?
        ,    2       ,         ,         ,     ,
      This is a | strange re|pose, to | be a|sleep
      <-          ,        ,        ,          ,         ,
        With || eyes wide^|open:| standing,| speaking,| moving:
           ,         ,        ,
      And yet | so fast | asleep.
 
ANTONIO.
                               ,   2    ,  2
                              Noble Se|bastian,
             ,          ,         ,      ,              ,
      Thou letst | thy for|tune sleep:| die ra|ther: winkst
         ,               ,
      Whiles thou | art wak|ing.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                  ,           ,          ,       ->
                                Thou | dost snore | distinct||ly:
         ,        ,        ,         __      oo
      There's | meaning | in thy | snores. |
 
ANTONIO.
               ,   ,    2    ,        ,        ,
110   I am / more ser|ious than | my cus|tom: you
            ,       ,         ,     ,              ,
      Must be | so too,| if heed | me: which | to do
        ,             ,
      Trebles | thee ore.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                           ,    2       ,         ,
                         Well: I am | standing | water.
 
ANTONIO.
             ,          ,         ,
      I'll teach | you how | to flow.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                      ,          ,
                                     Do so:| to ebb
         ,    ,      ,          ,
      Hered|ita|ry sloth | instructs | me.
 
ANTONIO.
                                            ,
                                            O!
          ,          ,     ,     2       ,         ,
      If you | but knew | how you the | purpose | cherish
               ,          ,         ,         ,         ,
      Whiles^thus | you mock | it: how | in strip|ping it
            ,        ,         ,       ,        ,
120   You more | invest | it: Eb|bing men | indeed,
             ,       ,        ,         ,       ,
      (Most of|ten) do | so near | the bot|tom run
                  ,    ,         ,
      By their / own fear | or sloth.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                       ,            ,
                                     Prithee | say on,
           ,              ,    ,          ,          ,
      The set|ting of / thine eye | and cheek | proclaim
         ,        ,           ,        ,         ,
      A mat|ter from | thee; and | a birth,| indeed,
               ,            ,         ,
      Which throes | thee much | to yield.
 
ANTONIO.
                                             ,         oo
                                           Thus sir: |
           ,            ,         ,       ,            ,
      Although | this lord | of weak | remem|brance; this
            ,         ,       ,       ,    ,
      Who shall | be of | as lit|tle mem|ory
        ,    2        ,              ,   ,            ,
130   When he is | earthed, hath | here al/most per|suaded
             ,         x      ,      ,         ,
      (For he's | a spirit | of per|suasion,| only
          ,     3  3     ,           ,          ,        ,
      Profes|ses to persuade)| the King | his son's | alive,
            ,      ,     ,           ,         ,
      'Tis as | impos|sible | that he's | undrowned
          ,           ,            ,
      As he | that sleeps | here swims.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                             ,         ,
                                         I have | no hope
             ,         ,
      That he's | undrowned.
 
ANTONIO.
                            ,     2       T   T   T
                            O, out of | that no hope
              ,           ,          ,     T    T   T       2->
      What great | hope^have | you? No | hope that way,|| is
         ,      ,         ,        ,         ,     2->
      Anoth|er way | so high | a hope,| that e||ven
         ,       ,        ,          ,       ,
140   Ambi|tion can|not pierce | a wink | beyond
            ,          ,   2    ,       ,          ,            , ->
      But doubts | discov|ery there.| Will you | grant with || me
              ,      ,          ,
      That | Ferdi|nand is | drowned.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                             __
                                     He's | gone.
 
ANTONIO.
            ,           ,           ,      ,        ,
      Then tell | me, who's | the next | heir of | Naples?
 
SEBASTIAN.
       ,    ___
      Clari|bel. (pickup)
 
ANTONIO.
       ,              ,         ,       ,            ,
      She that | is Queen | of Tun|is: she | that dwells
             ,       .  T    T     T     ,      2        ,
      Ten leagues | beyond man's life;| she that from | Naples
       .    T   T   T        ,         ,          ,
      Can have no note,| unless | the sun | were post:
           ,      2      ,            ,          ,         ,
      The Man | in the Moon's | too slow,| till new|born chins
           ,          ,   2  ,          ,           ,
150   Be rough | and ra|zorable:| she that | from whom
          ,          ,     ,                  ,     ,        ,  ->
      We all | were sea-|swallowed,| though some | cast a||gain,
             ,         ,  2       2     ,        ,
      And | by that | destiny,| to perform | an act
           ,             ,        ,           ,         ,
      Whereof | what's past | is pro|logue, what | to come
           ,          ,        ,
      In yours | and my | discharge.  (picked up)
 
SEBASTIAN.
             ,          ,     T   T   T    oo
      What stuff | is this?| How say you?|
             ,         ,          ,           ,         ,      ->
      'Tis true | my broth|er's daugh|ter's Queen of | Tun||is,
       ,     2      ,        ,          ,            ,       2->
      So | is she heir | of Na|ples, 'twixt | which reg||ions
             ,          ,
      There is | some space.
 
ANTONIO.
 
                                ,            ,  2    x
                            A space | whose^ev|ery cubit
        ,         T   T    T      ,           ,  2
160   Seems to | cry out, How | shall that | Claribel
        ,    2       ,        ,         ,        ,
      Measure us | back to | Naples?| Keep in | Tunis,
           ,       ,    2    ,     ,                ,
      And let | Sebas|tian wake.| Say this | were death
            ,            ,            ,      ,              ,
      That now | hath seized | them, why | they were | no worse
            ,          ,           ,       2      ,     ,
      Than now | they are:| There be | that can rule | Naples
           ,        ,           ,       ,                ,
      As well | as he | that sleeps:| lords that | can prate
          ,      ,       ,     ,    ,
      As amp|ly and | unnec|essar|ily
           ,        ,     ,       ,            ,
      As this | Gonza|lo: I | myself | could make
           ,               ,    ,    ,               ,
      A chough | of as / deep chat:| O, that | you bore
            ,         ,         ,        ,            ,
      The mind | that I | do; What | a sleep | were this
            ,        ,          ,        ,      ,         2->
170   For your | advance|ment? Do | you un|derstand || me?
 
SEBASTIAN.
           ,        ,
      Methinks | I do.
 
ANTONIO.
                            ,           ,        ,
                       And how | does your | content
       ,    2        ,          ,
      Tender your | own good*| fortune?
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                        ,     ,
                                        I re|member
       ,             ,           ,        ,    2
      You did | supplant | your bro|ther Pro|spero.
 
ANTONIO.
                                                     ,
                                                   True.
            ,          ,        ,         ,      ,       ->
      And look | how well | my gar|ments sit | upon || me,
        ,      ,          2    ,        ,          ,        2->
      Much | feater | than before:| my bro|ther's ser||vants
             ,        ,         ,          ,        ,
      Were then | my fel|lows, now | they are | my men.
 
SEBASTIAN.
       T   T    T     ,
180   But for your | conscience.  (cut off?)
 
ANTONIO.
       ,         T     T    T          ,         ,
      Ay sir:| where lies that?| If 'twere | a kibe,
               ,     ,   2       ,        .  T   T   T
      'Twould put | me to my | slipper:| but I feel not
            ,   ,     2     x      ,        ,           2->
      This de|ity | in my bosom:| twenty | conscien||ces
             ,             ,        ,       ,      2     ,
      That stand | 'twixt^me,| and Mi|lan, can|died be they,
           ,      ,      2     T     T    T           ,      2->
      And melt | ere they mol|est: Here lies | your bro||ther
          ,        ,          ,          ,      ,
      No bet|ter than | the earth | he lies | upon,
       ,        ,                ,           ,              ,
      If he | were that | which now | he's like | (that's dead)
           ,          ,      ,    2    ,       ,    ,        2
      Whom I | with this | obed|ient steel |(three inch/es of it)
           ,        ,          x            ,      2     ,
      Can lay | to bed | for ever;| whiles^you | doing thus,
       ,    2     ,  2      ,         T    T    T
190   To the per|petual | wink for | aye might put
            ,        ,               ,   ,          ,
      This an|cient mor|sel, this / Sir Pru|dence, who
              ,        ,            ,          ,          ,
      Should not | upbraid | our course.| For all | the rest,
                ,        ,                ,    ,    ,
      They'll take | sugges|tion as a // cat laps milk:
                ,           ,        ,    ,          ,
      They'll tell | the clock | to an|y bus|iness that
          ,        ,          ,
      We say | befits | the hour.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                       ,            ,
                                 Thy case,| dear friend,
             ,       ,      ,         ,           ,     ->
      Shall be | my pre|cedent:| as thou | gotst Mi||lan,
        T    T   .  T         ,          ,            ,
      I'll come by Na|ples. Draw | thy sword,| one^stroke
              ,      ,               ,        ,            ,
      Shall free | thee from | the trib|ute which | thou payst,
          ,         ,            ,
200   And I | the king | shall love | thee.
 
ANTONIO.
                                              ,       ,       ->
                                            Draw | toge||ther:
       ,        2    ,         ,        ,          ,
      And | when I rear | my hand,| do you | the like
             x      ,      ,
      To fall it | on Gon|zalo.
 
SEBASTIAN.
      _     T   T    T
      O, | but one word.  (tri with prev)
 
[They converse apart.]
 
[Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.]
 
ARIEL.
          ,         ,           ,          ,         ,      2->
      My mas|ter through | his art | foresees | the dan||ger
            ,           ,          ,         ,          ,
      That you |(his friend)| are in,| and sends | me forth
             ,          ,        ,         ,            x
      (For else | his proj|ect dies)| to keep | thee living.
 
[Sings in GONZALO'S ear]
        ,           ,         ,       ___
      While you | here do | snoring | lie,
      ,       ,        ,   __
      Open|-eyed Con|spira|cy
      ___    __     __     __
210   His | time | doth | take.
       ,        ,          ,       __
      If of | life you | keep a | care,
        ,           ,        ,       ,
      Shake off | slumber,| and be|ware.
      _  __    _  __
      A|wake,| a|wake.
 
ANTONIO.
            ,         ,          x
      Then let | us both | be sudden.  (cut off?)
 
GONZALO.
       ,          ,            ,           ,    oo
      Now, good^|angels | preserve | the King.|
 
[They wake]
 
ALONSO.
           ,         ,      ,     ,              ,
      Why how | now ho;| awake?| Why are | you drawn?
        ,                ,        ,
      Wherefore | this ghast|ly look|ing?
 
GONZALO.
                                           ,             x
                                         What's | the matter?
 
SEBASTIAN.
         ,          ,       ,      ,    2           ,
      Whiles | we stood | here se|curing your | repose,
             ,         ,        ,        ,         ,      3  3->
220   (Eene^now)| we heard | a hol|low burst | of bel||lowing
             ,         ,        x        x           ,
      Like^bulls,| or rat|her lions;| did it not | wake you?
            ,           ,          ,    2
      It struck | mine^ear | most^ter|ribly.
 
ALONSO.
                                            ,          ,       ->
                                            I | heard noth||ing.
 
ANTONIO.
      ,        2   ,         ,         ,          ,
      O,| 'twas a din | to fright | a mon|ster's ear,
           ,         ,     ,      ,                   ,
      To make | an earth|quake: sure / it was | the roar
        2    ,       ,         x
      Of a whole | herd of | lions.
 
ALONSO.
        ,           ,       ,
      Heard you | this Gon|zalo?  (tri with prev)
 
GONZALO.
         ,         ,       ,        ,        ,       2->
      Upon | mine hon|or, sir,| I heard | a hum||ming,
             ,    .    T     T   T      ,      2    ,
      (And that | a strange one too)| which did a|wake me.
           ,          ,          ,       2       ,    ,
230   I shaked | you sir,| and cried;| as mine^eyes | opened,
         ,            ,        ,            ,        ,
      I saw | their weap|ons drawn:| there was | a noise,
              ,   3  3       ,         ,       ,          ,
      That's^ver|ily: 'Tis best | we stand | upon | our guard;
       ,     2       ,           ,              ,         ,
      Or that we | quit this | place: let's | draw our | weapons.
 
ALONSO.
            ,            ,           ,           ,          ,
      Lead^off | this ground:| and let's | make fur|ther search
                 ,   ,
      For my / poor son.
 
GONZALO.
                           x      ,                       ,
                        Heavens keep / him from | these beasts:
           ,        ,      2     ,
      For he | is sure | in the is|land.
 
ALONSO.
                                           ,       ,
                                         Lead | away.
 
[Exit with the others.]
 
ARIEL.
        ,   2          ,            ,         ,          ,
       Prospero | my lord | shall know | what I | have done:
           ,          ,      ,        ,         ,
240   So (King)| go safe|ly on | to seek | thy son.
 
[Exit]

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