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ACT TWO THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE Be rough and razorable; she that from whom We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again, And by that destiny, to perform an act Whereof what 's past is prologue ; what to come, In yours and my discharge. Sebastian. What stuff is this ! how say you ? Tis true, my brother's daughter 's queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions There is some space. Antonio. A space whose every 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 worse Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do 1 what a sleep were this For your advancement ! Do you understand me ? Sebastian. Methinks I do. Antonio. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune ? Sebastian. I remember You did supplant your brother Prosper©. Antonio. True : And look how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before : my brother's servants Were then my fellows ; now they are my men. 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 43
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