Sebastian
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got’st Milan,
I’ll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest:
And I the king shall love thee.
Antonio
Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.
Sebastian
O, but one word.
They talk apart.
Ariel
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.
Antonio
Then let us both be sudden.