1 Good my lord, give me thy favor still.
2 Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
3 Brother, my lord the Duke, Stand to, and do as we.
4 Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say if they be true.
5 On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.
6 Ay, lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood.
7 Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain.
8 We two, my lord, Will guard your person while you take your rest, And watch your safety.
9 My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And time to speak it in.
10 There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps, lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo.
11 Thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on 't.'
12 I perceive these lords At this encounter do so much admire That they devour their reason, and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath.
13 --But howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain That I am Prospero and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wracked, was landed To be the lord on 't.'
14 Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance--this, Who shall be of as little memory When he is earthed--hath here almost persuaded--For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade--the King his son's alive, 'Tis as impossible that he's undrowned As he that sleeps here swims.'