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 phoenix' throne; one phoenix At this hour reigning there. I'll believe both : Ant. 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. Thou hast said well; for Honest lord, some of you there present, [Aside. I cannot too much muset, Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing (Although they want the use of tongue), a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. 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 not fear: When we were boys, ❤ Show. VOL. I. + Certainly. Wonder. Ꭰ 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 find, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of. Alon. I will stand to, and feed, Although my last: no matter, since I feel Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy: 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 never-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, men hang and drown 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 Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it, * Down. The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have You, and your ways; whose wrath to guard you 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 dunce 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: In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life, In their distractions: they now are in my power; Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown'd), And his and my loved darling. [Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? 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, 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, Seb. I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. [Exit. But one fiend at a time, I'll be thy second. [Exeunt Seb. and Ant. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, May now provoke them to. Adr. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. Before Prospero's cell. Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you. Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition * Alienation of mind. Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strongest suggestion The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below. Pro. Fairly spoke: Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.- 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: Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Ari. Pro. Aye, with a twink. Presently? Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, 30, so; • Sprinkling. |