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 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 ev'n 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 ^{f note}down that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massie for your strengths,
And will not be up-lifted. 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 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 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 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 lov'd darling.

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

Alon.
O, it is monstrous! monstrous!
&plquo;Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it;
&plquo;The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder

&plquo;That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
&plquo;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 desp'rate; their great guilt,
Like poison giv'n to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I beseech you
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
And hinder them from what this ecstasie
May now provoke them to.

Adri.
Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.

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