Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

I'll be thy second.

I'll believe both;
And what does else want credit, come to me,
And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did
lie,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.

Aside to SEBASTIAN Let it be to-night;
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
As when they are fresh.

Aside to SEBASTIAN I am right glad that he's so
out of hope.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolved to effect.

O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

Then let us both be sudden.

Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

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 ...

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.

And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?

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 ...

She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post--
The man i' the moon's too slow--till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she that--from whom?
We all were sea-swallow'd ...

Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?

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?

Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
Who shall be of as little memory
When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,--
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 ...

O,
If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run
By their own fear or sloth.

I'll teach you how to flow.

I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o'er.

Noble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.

Do you not hear me speak?

Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?--No more:--
And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,
What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and
My strong ...

It is the quality o' the climate.

We two, my lord,
Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.

Go sleep, and hear us.

Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

What a blow was there given!

'Twas you we laughed at.

Long live Gonzalo!

None, man; all idle: whores and knaves.

The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the
beginning.

He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.

Very foul.

And most chirurgeonly.

That sort was well fished for.

O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.

And the rarest that e'er came there.

Why, in good time.

And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring
forth more islands.

What impossible matter will he make easy next?

Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?
widow Dido!

If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
say he lies?

He misses not much.

The ground indeed is tawny.

True; save means to live.

Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Temperance was a delicate wench.

He could not miss't.

A laughter.

The cockerel.