Page 1068 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

’Tis true, my brother’s daughter’s Queen of Tunis; [250]
So is she heir of Naples; ’twixt which regions
There is some space.

ANTONIO
A space whose ev’ry 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 [255]
That now hath seiz’d them; why, they were no worse

Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
As amply and unnecessarily
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make [260]
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore

The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?

SEBASTIAN
Methinks I do.

ANTONIO
And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?

SEBASTIAN

I remember [265]
You did supplant your brother Prospero.

ANTONIO
True:
And look how well my garment sit upon me;
Much feater than before: my brother’s servants

Were then my fellows; now they are my men.

SEBASTIAN
But for your conscience. [270]