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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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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 ake: note Here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights, note and meanders! by your patience,
I needs must rest me.

Alo.
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

-- 52 --


No longer for my flatterer: note he is drown'd,
Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go.

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

&clquo;Seb.
&clquo;The next advantage&crquo;
&clquo;Will we take throughly.&crquo;

&clquo;Ant.
&clquo;Let it be to-night;&crquo;
&clquo;For, now they are oppress'd with travail, they&crquo;
&clquo;Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance&crquo;
&clquo;As when they are fresh,&crquo;

&clquo;Seb.
&clquo;I say, to-night: no more.&crquo;
Solemn and strange Musick: and Prospero, note on the Top, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; and dance about it, with gentle Actions of Salutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.

Alo.
What harmony is this? my good friends, hark.

Gon.
Marvelous sweet musick!

Alo.
Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?

Seb.
A living drolery: 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 lye,
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, note

-- 53 --


(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.

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;Honest lord,&crquo;
&clquo;Thou hast said well; for some of you there present&crquo;
&clquo;Are worse than devils.&crquo;

Alo.
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.

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;Praise in departing.&crquo;

Fra.
They vanish'd strangely.

Seb.
No matter, since
They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.—
Wilt note please you taste of what is here?

Alo.
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 on five note for one14Q0020 will bring us
Good warrant of.

Alo.
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.

-- 54 --

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; note and on this island,
Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [seeing them draw.
And even with such like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves: You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of note 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 down that's in my plume note; my fellow ministers
Are like invulnerable: 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 note
Upon your heads) is nothing, but heart's sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in Thunder: Then, to soft Musick,

-- 55 --

Enter the Shapes again, and dance, with Mocks and Moes, and carry out the Table.

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou&crquo;
&clquo;Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring;&crquo;
&clquo;Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,&crquo;
&clquo;In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life,&crquo;
&clquo;And observation strange, my meaner ministers&crquo;
&clquo;Their several kinds have done: my high charms work,&crquo;
&clquo;And these, mine enemies, are all knit up&crquo;
&clquo;In their distractions; they now are in my power:&crquo;
&clquo;And in these fits I leave them, while I visit&crquo;
&clquo;Young Ferdinand, (whom they note suppose is drown'd)&crquo;
&clquo;And his and my lov'd note darling.&crquo;
[Exit, from above.

Gon.
I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you
In this strange stare?

Alo.
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' the 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.
[Exit.

Ant.
I'll be thy second.
[Exit.

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 extasy
May now provoke them to.

-- 56 --

Adr.
Follow, I pray you.
[Exeunt.
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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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