Gon.
By'r lakin, 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 my self attach'd with Weariness
To th' 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.

Ant.
I am right glad that he's so out of Hope.
Do not, for one Repulse, forego the Purpose
That you resolv'd t' effect.

Seb.
The next Advantage will we take throughly.

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. Solemn strange Musick, and Prospero on the Top invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; and dance about it with gentle Actions of Salutations, and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Seb.
I say to Night: No more.

Alon.
What Harmony is this? My good Friends, hark!

Gon.
Marvellous sweet Musick!

Alon.
Give us kind Keepers, Heav'ns; what are these?

Seb.
A living Drollery. Now I will believe
That there are Unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one Tree, the Phœnix Throne, one Phœnix
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 '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)
Who tho' 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.
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.

Fra.
They vanish'd strangely.

Seb.
No matter, since
They have left their Viands behind; for we have Stomachs.
Wilt 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,
Dew-lapt 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.

Alon.
I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last; no matter, since I feel
The best is past. Brother, my Lord, the Duke,
Stand to, and do as we. Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariel like a Harpy, claps his Wings upon the Table, and with a queint Device the Banquet vanishes.

Ari.
You are three Men of Sin, whom Destiny,
That hath to Instruments this lower World,
And what is in't, the never-surfeited Sea
Hath caus'd to belch you 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
Are Ministers of Fate; the Elements
Of whom your Swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud Winds, or with bemockt-at Stabs
Kill the still closing Waters, as diminish
One Dowle that's in my Plume: My Fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your Swords are now too massie for your Strength,
And will not be up-lifted. But remember,
For that's my Business to you, that you three
From Millan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the Sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent Child: For which soul 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,
Lingring 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 ensuing. He vanishes in Thunder: Then, to soft Musick, Enter the Shapes again, and dance with Mocks and Mowes, and carrying out the Table.

Pro.
Bravely the Figure of this Happy 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 my lov'd Darling.

Gon.

I'th' 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 base my Trespass,
Therefore my Son i'th' Ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er Plummet sounded,
And with him there lye mudded. [Exit.

Seb.
But one Fiend at a time,
I'll fight their Legions o'er.

Ant.
I'll be thy Second. [Exeunt.

Gon.
All three of them are desperate; their great Guilt,
Like Poison giv'n 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 Extasie
May now provoke them to.

Adri.
Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt omnes.

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