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The fetting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
Ant. Thus, Sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
When he is earth'd; hath here almoft perfuaded,
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
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?
Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis; the that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; the that from Naples
2 This lord who being now in his dotage has outlived his faculty of remembring, and who oncé laid in the Ground fhall be as little remembred himself as he can now remember other things.
3 For he's a fpirt of perfuafion.] Of this entangled fentence I can draw no fenfe from the prefent reading, and therefore imagine that the Author gave it thus:
Forhe, a Spirit of perfuafion, only Profeffes to perfuade.
Of which the meaning may be either that be alone who is a Spirit of perfuafion, profefes to perfuade the King; or that, He only professes to perjuade, that is, without being fo perfuaded himself be makes a fhew of perfuading the King.
4 That this is the utmost extent of the profpect of ambition, the point where the eye can pafs no further, and where objects lofe their diftin&tnefs, fo that what is there difcovered, is faint, obfcure, and doubtful.
Can have no note, unless the fun were poft,
We were fea-fwallow'd: tho' fome, caft again, 5
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 fome space.
Ant. A fpace, whose ev'ry cubit
Seems to cry out, how fhall that Claribel
And let Sebaftian wake. Say, this were death
That now hath feiz'd them, why, they were no worfe
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
For your advancement! do you understand me?
Ant. And how does your content
You did fupplant your brother Profpero.
5 Thefe lines stand in the old Edition thus:
though fome caft again And by that deftiny, to perform
an act, Whereof what's paft is prologue,
what to come In your and my difcharge. The reading in the later Editions. is without authority. The old text may very well stand, ex
cept that in the last line in fhould bu is, and perhaps we might better fay-and that by deftiny. It being a common plea of wickedness to call temptation destiny.
6-Keep in Tunis.] There is in this paffage a propriety loft which a flight alteration will reftorc.
Sleep in Tunis,
And, look, how well my garments fit upon me;
Ant. Ay, Sir; where lyes that? 7
If 'twere a kybe, 'twould put me to my flipper:
Ten confciences, that ftand 'twixt me and Milan,
No better than the earth he lyes upon,
If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
This ancient Morfel, this Sir Prudence, who
Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
7 In the firft Edition thefe lines are otherwife arranged. Ay, Sir, where lyes that? if tere a kybe, "Twould put me to my flipper, but I feel not
This Deity in my befom. Twenty
That ftand 'twixt me and Milan,
ceffity of changing twenty to ten, but he change being for the betit. I think we may fafely read, it is fufficient barely to note
Candied be they or melt.
dried up and lie unactive, or melt That is, let my confcience be and run quite away.
8 For Morfel Dr. Warburton reads antient Moral, very elegantly and judicioufly, yet I know not whether the Author might not write Morfel, as we .fay a piece of a Man.
And I the King fhall love thee.
Ant. Draw together:
And when I rear my hand, do you the like
Seb. O, but one word
Enter Ariel, with Mufick and Song.
Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the danger, That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth For elfe his project dies to keep them living.
[Sings in Gonzalo's Ear.
While you here do fnoring lye,
His time doth take:
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off Лumber and beware:
Ant. Then let us both be fudden.
Gon. Now, good angels preferve the King![They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho? awake? why are you drawn? I
Wherefore this ghaftly looking?
9 to keep them living.] i. e. Alonzo and Antonio; for it was on their lives that his project depended. Yet the Oxford Editor alters them, to you, becaufe in the verfe before, it is faid-you bis friend; as it, becaufe Ariel was jent forth to fave his friend, he could not have another purpofe in fending him, viz. to jave bis project too. WARBURTON. I think Dr. Warburton and the Oxford Editor both mistaken, The fenfe of the paffage as it now stands is this: He fees your danger and will therefore fave them. Dr. Warburton has mif
taken Antonio for Gonzalo. Ariel would certainly not tell Gonzalo that his mafter faved him only for his project. He speaks to himself as he approaches, My mafter through his art forefees the danger,
That these bis friends are in.
These written with a y according to the old practice, did not much differ from you.
drawn] Having your Swords drawn. So in Romeo and Juliet,
What art thou drawn among thefe beartless binds ?
Seb. While we stood here fecuring your repofe, Ev'en now we heard a hollow burft of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you? It ftrook mine ear most terribly.
Alon. I heard nothing.
Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake: fure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.
Alon. Heard you this? [To Gonzalo.]
Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a ftrange one too, which did awake me. I fhak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd I faw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise, That's verity. 'Tis best we stand on 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. Heaven's keep him from these beasts! For he is, fure, i'th' ifland.
Alon. Lead away.
Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to feek thy fon.
Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noife of
LL the Infections, that the fun fucks up
A From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall,
and make him
By inch-meal a difeafe! his fpirits hear me,
And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll not pinch,
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em, but