Draw together; And when I rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo.

My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth⁠— For else his project dies⁠—to keep them living. Sings in Gonzalo’s ear.

While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed conspiracy His time doth take. If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware: Awake, awake!

Now, good angels Preserve the king. They wake.

Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking?