Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance Seb. [Aside to Ant.] I say, to-night: no more. Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe That there are unicorns, that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix Ant. I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 't is true: travellers ne'er did lie, Gon. If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? For, certes, these are people of the island Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, 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. 20 30 Alon. I cannot too much muse Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, express ing, Although they want the use of tongue, a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pros. [Aside] Praise in departing. No matter, since 40 Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb. They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will 't please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not 1. Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers 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. Alon. I will stand to and feed, Although my last: no matter, since I feel The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke, Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes Ari. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, That hath to instrument this lower world 50 And what is in 't, the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up you; 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. [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 One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers 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; Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him and his innocent child; for which foul deed from Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls 70 80 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; 90 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 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, 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. Seb. I'll fight their legions o'er. Ant. [Exit. But one fiend at a time, I'll be thy second. [Exeunt Seb. and Ant. Gon. All three of them are desperate: their 100 great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, 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 Have given you here a third of mine own life, Or that for which I live; who once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise And make it halt behind her. Fer. Against an oracle. 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, 10 |