Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. We say befits the houre.
Seb. Seb.
Seb. Thy case, deere Friend
Seb. Shall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine,
Seb. I'le come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one stroke
Seb. Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest,
Seb. And I the King shall loue thee.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Draw together:
Ant. And when I reare my hand, do you the like
Ant. To fall it on Gonzalo.
Seb. O, but one word.
Seb. Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song.
Ariel. Ariel.
Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the danger
Ariel. That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth
Ariel. (For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.
Ariel. Sings in Gonzaloes eare.
Ariel. While you here do snoaring lie,