Antonio (cont.)
Who shall be of as little memory
When he is earth’d, 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 undrown’d
And he that sleeps here swims.
Sebastian
I have no hope
That he’s undrown’d.
Antonio
What great hope have you! no hope that way is
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?