_Alon._ Thank you.--Wondrous heavy.[403-40] [_ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL._ _Sebas._ What a strange drowsiness possesses them! [Illustration: ANTONIO AND SEBASTIAN PLOTTING] _Anto._ It is the quality o' the climate. _Sebas._ Why Doth it not, then, our eyelids sink? I find not Myself disposed to sleep. _Anto._ Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They[404-41] fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian, O, what might![404-42] No more: And yet methinks I see it in thy face, What thou shouldst be: th' occasion speaks thee;[404-43] and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head. _Sebas._ What, art thou waking? _Anto._ Do you not hear me speak? _Sebas._ 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. _Anto._ Noble Sebastian, Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep,--die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.[404-44] _Sebas._ Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores. _Anto._ I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed[404-45] me; which to do Trebles thee o'er.[404-46] _Sebas._ Well, I am standing water.[405-47] _Anto._ I'll teach you how to flow. _Sebas._ Do so: to ebb Hereditary sloth instructs me. _Anto._ O, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, You more invest it![405-48] Ebbing men,[405-49] indeed, Most often do so near the bottom run By their own fear or sloth. _Sebas._ Pr'ythee, say on: The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter[405-50] from thee; and a birth indeed Which throes thee much to yield.[405-51] _Anto._ Thus, sir: Although this lord[405-52] of weak remembrance, this Who shall be of as little memory[405-53] When he is earth'd,[405-54] hath here almost persuaded-- For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade--the King his son's alive, 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd As he that sleeps here swims. _Sebas._ I have no hope That he's undrown'd. _Anto._ 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[406-55] beyond-- But doubt discovery there.[406-56] Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drown'd? _Sebas._ He's gone.