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Must be fo too, if heed me; which to
Seb. Well: I am ftanding water.
Seb. Do fo: to ebb
Seb. Pry'thee, say on ;
Ant. Thus Sir:
(14) Trebles tbee o'er.] i. e, makes thce thrice what thou now arts Thus the two first filo`s, and all the other impressions of any ausho: rity, that I have seen, exhibit the text and the phrase is familiar both to our Poet, and other Stage-writers of his time, Merchant of Venice, Ad 3. Sc. 2.
yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, K. Ricbard III, A&t s. Sc. 3:
Why, our battalion trebles that account. So, Pericles, Prince of Tyrę ;'
The boatswain whistles, and the master calls,
And rrebes their confusion. And fo, Marfton in his Supborifou;
Think, ev'ry honour, that doth grace thy sword,
Trebles my love, Troubles thee o'er-is à foolish reading, which, I believe, first birth in Mr. Pope's two editions of cür Poet ; and, 1 dare say, will lie. buried there in a proper obfcurity
$ib. I have no hope, That he's undrown'd.
Ant. O, out of that no hope,
way so high an hope, that even
gone. Ant. Then tell me Who's the next heir of Naples?
Ant. She that is Queen of Timis, fie that dwelts
Seb. What ft'uff is this? how say you ?
Ant. A space, whose ev'ry cubit
. As well as he ihat sleeps; Lords that can prate As amplv, and unnecellarily, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make (15)
Sbe, for wbim We were sea.fwal cw'd,] Thu Mr. Poe, with as little reason, age authority. All the copies, that I have been, read--trom wbum, &c. And why not from? Were they not flipwreck'd, as is evident above, ia their return from her?
Would I had never
my daughter there! for coming besse, &c..
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
Seb. Methinks, I do.
Seb. I remember,
Ant. True :
Seb. But, for your conscience, --
$ib. Thy case, dear friend,
Draw thy sword; one itreke.
Ant. Draw together :
Seb. O, but one word.
Enter Ariel, with Mufick and Song. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger, That you, his friend, are in ; and sends me forth (For else his project dies) to keep them living:
(Sings in Gonzalo's ear,
His time doth take:
Alon. Why, how now,hoawake. whyarzy. Wherefore this ghastly looking ?
Gon. What's the matter?
Seb. While we food here securing your repore,
Alon, I heard nothing.
this? Gon. Upon my honour, Sir, I heard a humming, . And that a ftrange one too, which did awake me. Ishak'd you, Sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open’d, . I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noite, That's verity. ''Tis best we stand on guard ; Or that we quit this place : ler’s draw our weapons. Alon. Lead of this ground, and let's make further search: Gon. Heav'ns keep him from thefe beasts! For he is, sure, i' th’ island.
Ari. Prospero my Lord Thall know what I have done. So, King, go fafely on to seek thy fon. [Exiwn!
my poor son.
Alon. Lead away.
SCENE changes to another part of the Inanda. EnterCaliban with a burden of wood; a noise of thunder heardi Cal. LL the infections, that the fun fucks up
From bogs, fens, ilats, on Pro per fall, and,
Trin. Here's neither bufh nor shrub to bear off any. weather at all, and another storm brewing ; I hear it, fing i'th' wind : yond fame black cloud, yond hugę: ane, (16) looks like a foul bumbard, that would ned, his. liquor. If it hould thunder as it did before, I know
(16) Loceks like a foul bumbard] This term again occurs in the Firl. Part of Henry IV. -that fwoln parcel of drophies, that huge, bum.. bard of fack-and again in Henry VIII. And here you lië haiting of bumbards, when ye should do service. By these several passages, 'tis plain, the word meant in those days a large veilel for holding drink, as well as the piece of ordnance so call'd. And, I think, at Oxford they now make w'e of a vehicle, which is term'd a gun of ale. Ben's Johnson, cur Author's con'emporary, likewise employs this word buma bard in this sense. The poor cattle yonder are passing away the time with a cheat loai,and a bumbard of broken beer, &c See his Masque of Augures. And, in his translation of Horaçe's Art of Poetry, he renders.
Projicit ampulles, & fefquipedalia verba,,
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