Gon.
By'r lakin^{4 note}, I can go no further, sir;
My old bones ake: here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience,
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^{5 note}

on land: Well let him go.

Ant.
I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Aside to Sebastian.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolv'd to effect.

Seb.
The next advantage
Will we take thoroughly.

Ant.
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.
I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange musick; and Prospero above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

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^{6 note}

There is one tree, the phœnix' throne^{7 note}

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^{8 note}

Gon.
If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say, I saw such islanders^{9 note},
(For, certes^{1 note}

, these are people of the island,)
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,

Their manners are more gentle, kind^{2 note}, 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. [Aside.

Alon.
I cannot too much muse^{3 note}

Pro.
Praise in departing^{4 note}

Fran.
They vanish'd strangely.

Seb.
No matter, 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 not fear: When we were boys,
Who would believe that there were mountaineers^{5 note}

Alon.
I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past^{8 note}



:—Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand too, and do as we. Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy^{9 note}

Ari.
You are three men of sin, whom destiny

(That hath to instrument this lower world^{2 note},
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^{3 note}

Are like invulnerable^{4 note}








: 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
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,

Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once,) shall step by step attend
You, and your ways; whose wraths 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^{5 note}

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^{8 note}

And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done^{9 note}: 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, whilst I visit
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^{1 note}

Seb.
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^{3 note} 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 ecstacy^{4 note}

Adr.
Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.

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