80
THE TEMPEST
Sebastian.
Tender your own good fortune? I remember
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Antonio.
You did supplant your brother Prospero. 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 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.
Sebastian.
But, for your conscience?
Antonio.
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 lies upon,
If he were that which now he ’s like, that ’s dead;
Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They ’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They ’ll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
’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 lies upon,
If he were that which now he ’s like, that ’s dead;
Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They ’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They ’ll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
Sebastian.
We say befits the hour. Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got’st Milan,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got’st Milan,
