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Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends,
hark ! Gon. Marvellous sweet musick! Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were
these? Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe, That there are unicorns; that in Arabia There is one tree, the phæpix' throne; one phenix At this hour reigning there. Ant.
I'll believe both : And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 'tis true : Travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn them. Gon.
If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such islanders (For, certest, these are people of the island), 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. Pro.
Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present, Are worse than devils.
I capnot too much musel, Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing (Although they want the use of tongue), a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pro.
Praise in departing.
(Aside. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb.
No mattter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have
stomachs, Will’t please you taste of what is here? Alon.
Not I. Gon. Faith, sir, you need pot fear: When we were
• Show. VOL. I.
Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at
them Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we
I will stand to, and feed,
Thunder and lightning Enter Ariel like a har.
py: claps his wings upon the table, and with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't,) the dever-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
[Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, njen hang and drowo Their proper selves. You fools! I and my
fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still closing waters, as diminish One dowle* that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers Are like iuvulnerable: if you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, And will not be uplifted: But, remember (For that's my business to you), that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero; Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
from (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads), is nothing, but heart's sorrow, And a clear* life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter
the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes and carry out the table.
Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy
hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadst to say : so, with good life, And observation strange, my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done: my high charms work, And these, mide enemies, are all knit up In their distractions : they now are in my po wer; And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown'd), And his and my loved darling.
[Exit Prospero from above. Gon. l’the name of something holy, sir, wly stand
you In this strange stare? Alon.
0, 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, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass, Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and
• Pure, blameless.
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant.
I'll be thy second.
(Ereunt Seb. and Ant. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great
Follow, I pray you.
SCENE I. Before Prospero's cell.
Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you. Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. Fer.
I do believe it, Against an oracle.
Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine owo acquisition
• Alienation of mind.
Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter : But
As I hope
Fairly spoke: Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine owo.What, Ariel : my industrious servant Ariel !
Ari. What would my potent master ? here I am.
Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick : go, bring the rabble, O'er whom I give thee power, here, to this place : Incite them to quick motion ; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise, And they expect it from me. Ari.
Presently? Pro. Aye, with a twink.
Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, 80, 80 ;