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[Another part of the island] Enter ALONZO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, etc. Gon. By r lakin, 1 I can go no further, sir; | |
| My old bones ache. Heres a maze trod indeed | |
| Through forth-rights and meanders! 2 By your patience, | |
| I needs must rest me. | 4 |
| Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, | |
| Who am myself attachd 3 with weariness | |
| To the dulling of my spirits. Sit down, and rest. | |
| Even here I will put off my hope and keep it | 8 |
| No longer for my flatterer. He is drownd | |
| Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks | |
| Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. | |
| Ant. [Aside to SEB.] I am right glad that hes so out of hope. | 12 |
| Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose | |
| That you resolvd to effect. | |
| Seb. [Aside to ANT.] The next advantage | |
| Will we take throughly. | 16 |
| Ant. [Aside to SEB.] Let it be to-night; | |
| For, now they are oppressd with travel, they | |
| Will not, cannot, use such vigilance | |
| As when they are fresh. | 20 |
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Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO on the top invisible, Enter several strange shapes, bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, etc., to eat, they depart. Seb. [Aside to ANT.] I say, to-night. No more. | |
| Alon. What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! | |
| Gon. Marvellous sweet music! | |
| Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? | 24 |
| Seb. A living drollery. 4 Now I will believe | |
| That there are unicorns, that in Arabia | |
| There is one tree, the phnix throne, one phnix | |
| At this hour reigning there. | 28 |
| Ant. Ill believe both; | |
| And what does else want credit, come to me, | |
| And Ill be sworn tis true. Travellers neer did lie, | |
| Though fools at home condemn em. | 32 |
| Gon. If in Naples | |
| I should report this now, would they believe me? | |
| If I should say, I saw such islanders | |
| For, certes, these are people of the island | 36 |
| Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, | |
| Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of | |
| Our human generation you shall find | |
| Many, nay, almost any. | 40 |
| Pros. [Aside.] Honest lord, | |
| Thou hast said well; for some of you there present | |
| Are worse than devils. | |
| Alon. I cannot too much muse 5 | 44 |
| Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing, | |
| Although they want the use of tongue, a kind | |
| Of excellent dumb discourse. | |
| Pros. [Aside.] Praise in departing. | 48 |
| Fran. They vanishd strangely. | |
| Seb. No matter, since | |
| They have left their viands behind, for we have stomachs. | |
| Will t please you taste of what is here? | 52 |
| Alon. Not I. | |
| Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, | |
| Who would believe that there were mountaineers | |
| Dew-lappd like bulls, 6 whose throats had hanging at em | 56 |
| Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men | |
| Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find | |
| Each putter-out of five for one 7 will bring us | |
| Good warrant of. | 60 |
| Alon. I will stand to and feed, | |
| Although my last. No matter, since I feel | |
| The best is past. Brother, my lord the Duke, | |
| Stand to and do as we. | 64 |
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Thunder and lightning. Enter A RIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, 8 the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, | |
| That hath to instrument 9 this lower world | |
| And what is in t, the never-surfeited sea | |
| Hath causd to belch up you; and on this island | 68 |
| Where man doth not inhabit; you mongst men | |
| Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; | |
| And even with such-like valour men hang and drown | |
| Their proper selves. [ALON., SEB., etc., draw their swords.] | 72 |
| You fools! I and my fellows | |
| Are ministers of Fate. The elements, 10 | |
| Of whom your swords are temperd, 11 may as well | |
| Wound the loud winds, or with bemockd-at stabs | 76 |
| Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish | |
| One dowle 12 thats in my plume. My fellow-ministers | |
| Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, | |
| Your swords are now too massy for your strengths | 80 |
| And will not be uplifted. But remember | |
| For thats my business to youthat you three | |
| From Milan did supplant good Prospero; | |
| Exposd unto the sea, which hath requit it, | 84 |
| Him and his innocent child; for which foul deed | |
| The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have | |
| Incensd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, | |
| Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso, | 88 |
| They have bereft; and do pronounce by me | |
| Lingring perdition, worse than any death | |
| Can be at once, shall step by step attend | |
| You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from | 92 |
| Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls | |
| Upon your headsis nothing but hearts sorrow | |
| And a clear life ensuing. | |
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He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the shapes again, and dance with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table Pros. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou | 96 |
| Performd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring. | |
| Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated 13 | |
| In what thou hadst to say; so, with good life 14 | |
| And observation 15 strange, my meaner ministers | 100 |
| Their several kinds have done. My high charms work, | |
| And these mine enemies are all knit up | |
| In their distractions. They now are in my power; | |
| And in these fits I leave them, while I visit | 104 |
| Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drownd, | |
| And his and mine lovd darling. [Exit above.] | |
| Gon. I the name of something holy, sir, why stand you | |
| In this strange stare? | 108 |
| Alon. O, it is monstrous, monstrous! | |
| Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; | |
| The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, | |
| That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronouncd | 112 |
| The name of Prosper; it did bass 16 my trespass. | |
| Therefore my son i the ooze is bedded, and | |
| Ill seek him deeper than eer plummet sounded | |
| And with him there lie mudded. [Exit.] | 116 |
| Seb. But one fiend at a time, | |
| Ill fight their legions oer. | |
| Ant. Ill be thy second. Exeunt [SEB. and ANT.] | |
| Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt, | 120 |
| Like poison given to work a great time after, | |
| Now gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you | |
| That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly | |
| And hinder them from what this ecstasy 17 | 124 |
| May now provoke them to. | |
| Adr. Follow, I pray you. Exeunt. | |