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. 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. Gòn. 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,) 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. Alon. [Aside. I cannot too much muse, 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. No matter, since Fran. They vanish'd strangely., Seb. They have left their viands behind; for we have stom achs. Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not L Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we were boys, Who would believe, that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 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 too, 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; And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows [Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. Are ministers of fate; the elements, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow ministers 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 Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso, You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mores, 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,) 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 I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded. Seb. [Exit. But one fiend at a time,. I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. 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, Adr. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt. m ACT IV. SCENE I-Before Prospero's cell. Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. Prospero. IF I have too austerely punished you, Your compensation makes amends; for I 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 Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But If thou dost break her virgin knot, before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue mid long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below. Pro. Fairly spoke: Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.- Enter 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, Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise, Aris Pro. Ay, with a twink. Ari. Presently? Before you can say, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, 80, 80 j Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mowe: Do you love me, master? no. Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call. |