Gonzalo
Now, good angels
Preserve the king.
They wake.
Alonso
Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gonzalo
What’s the matter?
Sebastian
Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions: did’t not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
Alonso
I heard nothing.