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I am your wife, if you will marry me

If not, I'll die your maid

To be your fellow you may deny me

but I'll be your servant whether

you will or no

My mistress, dearest

And I thus humble ever

My husband, then?

Ay, with a heart as willing as

bondage e'er of freedom

- Here's my hand

- And mine

with my heart in't

and now farewell

Till half an hour hence

A thousand thousand!

Had I plantation of this isle,

my lord and were the king on't

what would I do?

'Scape being drunk for want of wine

No occupation:
All men idle,

all and women too

but innocent and pure: No sovereignty

Yet he would be king on't

The latter end of his common

wealth forgets the beginning

Nature...

Nature, without sweat or endeavour

would bring forth, of its own kind

all foison, all abundance

to feed my innocent people

- No marrying 'mong his subjects?

- None, man, all idle

whores and knaves

I would with such perfection govern,

sir, t'excel the Golden Age

- God save his majesty!

- Long live Gonzalo!

And, do you mark me, sir?

Prithee, no more

Thou dost talk nothing to me

I do well believe your Majesty

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

'Twas you we laughed at

Who in this kind of merry fooling am

nothing to you so you may continue

and laugh at nothing still

What a blow was there given!

Nay, good my lord, be not angry

No, I warrant you: I will not

adventure my discretion so weakly

Will you laugh me asleep?

I am very heavy

Go sleep, and hear us

What, so soon asleep?

I wish mine eyes would, with

themselves, shut up my thoughts

I find they are inclined to do so

Do not omit the heavy offer of it

It seldom visits sorrow

when it doth, it is a comforter

We two, my lord, will guard your person

while you take your rest

and watch your safety

Thank you! Wondrous heavy

What a strange drowsiness

possesses them!

It is the quality o' th' climate

Why doth it not then our eyelids sink?

- I find not myself disposed to sleep

- Nor I my spirits are nimble

They fell together, as by consent

They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke

What might, worthy Sebastian

O, what might?

No more!

And yet methinks I see it in thy

face, what thou shouldst be

Th' occasion speaks thee

and my strong imagination sees

a crown dropping upon thy head

What? Art thou waking?

Do you not hear me speak?

I do, and surely it is a sleepy language

and thou speak'st out of thy sleep

What is it thou didst say?

This is a strange repose,

to be asleep with eyes wide open

standing, speaking, moving

and yet so fast asleep

Noble Sebastian, thou let'st

thy fortune sleep, die, rather

wink'st whiles thou art waking

Thou dost snore distinctly

there's meaning in thy snores

I am more serious than my custom

You must be so too, if heed me

which to do trebles thee o'er

Well, I am standing water

I'll teach you how to flow

Do so. To ebb hereditary

sloth instructs me

Thus, sir

Although this lord hath here almost

persuaded the king his son's alive

'tis as impossible that he's undrown'd

as he that sleeps here swims

I have no hope that he's undrown'd

O, out of that no hope what great

hope have you!

No hope that way is another way

so high a hope

that even ambition cannot pierce a wink

beyond but doubt discovery there

Will you grant with me

that Ferdinand is drown'd?

- He's gone

- Then, tell me

Who's the next heir of Naples?

- Claribel

- She that is Queen of Tunis

she that dwells ten leagues

beyond man's life

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

What stuff is this? How say you?

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

O, that you bore the mind that I do!

What a sleep were this for your

advancement! Do you understand me?

Methinks I do

And how does your content tender

your own good fortune?

I remember you did supplant

your sister Prospera

True. And look how well my

garments sit upon me

My sister's servants

were then my fellows

now they are my men

- But, for your conscience

- Ay, sir:
Where lies that?

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 forever

whiles you, doing thus,

to this ancient morsel

this Sir prudence

who should not upbraid our course

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

Draw together, and when I rear my

hand, do you the like

to fall it on Gonzalo

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!

Good angels preserve the King

Why?

Why are you drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

What's the matter?

Whiles we stood here securing

your repose even now

we heard a hollow burst

of bellowing like bulls

or rather lions

Did't not wake you?

It struck mine ear most terribly

- I heard nothing

- O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear

to make an earthquake!

Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a

humming, which did awake me

As mine eyes open'd,

I saw their weapons drawn

'Tis best we stand upon our guard,

or that we quit this place

Let's draw our weapons

Lead off this ground

and let's make further search

for my poor son

Lead away

Now Prospera shall

know what I have done

So, King, go safely on to seek thy son

You're blind drunk!

Tell not me! When the butt is out, we will

drink water:
Not a drop before

Therefore bear up, and board 'em

Servant-monster, drink to me

Servant monster?

The folly of this island!

They say there's but five upon

this isle; we are three of them

If th' other two be brained like

us, the state totters

Mooncalf, speak once in thy life,

if thou beest a good mooncalf

How does thy honour?

Let me lick thy shoe

I'll not serve him

he's not valiant

Thou liest, most ignorant monster

Why, thou deboshed fish thou

Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but

half a fish and half a monster?

Lo, how he mocks me!

Wilt thou let him, my lord?

Lord quoth he! That a monster

should be such a natural!

Lo, lo, again! Bite him

to death, I prithee

Trinculo, keep a good

tongue in your head

If you prove a mutineer... the next tree!

The poor monster's my subject

and he shall not suffer indignity

I thank my noble lord

Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once

again to the suit I made to thee?

Marry, will I. Kneel and repeat it

I will stand, and so shall Trinculo

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