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could see this taborer;* he lays it on.
160 Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
*Player on tabor. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. By’r lakin,* I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache; here's a maze trod indeed Through forth-rightst and meanders! By your patience,
*Our Lady. Straight paths. I needs must rest me. Alon.
Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Even here I will put off my hope and keep it No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. 10 Ant. [Aside to Seb.] I am right glad that he's
so out of hope. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolved to effect.
Seb. [Aside to Ant.] The next advantage Will we take throughly.
Ant. [Aside to Seb.j Let it be to-night; For, now they are oppress’d with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance As when they are fresh. Seb. [Aside to Ant.] I say, to-night: no more.
[Solemn and strange music. Alon. What harmony is this? My good
friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet music! Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several
strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle allions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart. Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What
were these? Seb. A living drollery.* Now I will believe
That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
l'11 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 'em. 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- 30 Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
*Certainly. Their manners are more gentle-kind than of Our human generation you shall find Many, nay, almost any. Pros.
[Aside Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present Are worse than devils. Alon.
I cannot too much muse* Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, ex
[Aside] Praise in departing. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb.
No matter, since 40 They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. *
* Appetites. Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon.
Not I. Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we
were boys, Who would believe that there were mountain
Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging
at 'em 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 will bring us Good warrant of.
*Lender of money at interest. Alon.
I will stand to and feed, Although my last: no matter, since feel
The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
[Alon., Seb. &C. draw their swords.
You fools! I and my fellows 60 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
*Swirl of a feather. Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths And will not be uplifted. But rememberFor that's my business to you—that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero; 70 Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him and his innocent child; for which foul deed The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the crea
tures, Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft; and do pronounce by me Lingering perdition, worse than any death Can be at once, shall step by step attend You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you
fromWhich here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads—is nothing but heart-sorrow 81 And a clear life ensuing.
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 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 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 Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd, And his and mine loved darling. [Exit above.
Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why 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, pronounced 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.
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, 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* May now provoke them to.
Adr. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.
ACT IV. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. Pros. If I have too austerely punish'd you,
Your compensation makes amends, for I
I do believe it
Pros. Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased, 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 To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly That you
shall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you. *Sprinkling. 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 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,
30 Or Night kept chain'd below. Pros.
Fairly spoke. Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own. What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!
Enter ARIEL. Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pros. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last
service Did worthily perform; and I must use you