SEBASTIAN
But, for your conscience? ANTONIO
Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe, '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, that's dead; 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. SEBASTIAN
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 payest; And I the king shall love thee. ANTONIO
Draw together; And when I rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo. SEBASTIAN
O, but one word.
They talk apart
Re-enter ARIEL, invisible ARIEL
My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth For else
his project diesto keep them living.
Sings in GONZALO's ear
While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed conspiracy His time doth take. If of life you keep a care, Shake
off slumber, and beware: Awake, awake! ANTONIO
Then let us both be sudden. GONZALO
Now, good angels Preserve the king.
They wake ALONSO
Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking?
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