Page 1067 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

As he that sleeps here swims.

SEBASTIAN
I have no hope
That he ’s undrown’d.

ANTONIO
O, out of that «no hope»
What great hope have you! no hope that way is [235]

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?

SEBASTIAN

He’s gone.

ANTONIO

Then tell me, [240]
Who’s the next heir of Naples?

SEBASTIAN
Claribel.

ANTONIO
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’ th’ moon’s too slow, − till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she that from whom [245]
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.

SEBASTIAN
What stuff is this! how say you?