Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you

In this strange stare°?

Alon. 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' th' ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.

O, it is monstrous, monstrous !

Seb.

I'll fight their legions o'er.

Ant.

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[Exit.

But one fiend at a time,

I'll be thy second.

[Exeunt SEB. and ANT.

Gon. All three of them are desperate:

great guilts,

their

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 esctasy
May now provoke them to.

Adr.

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Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.

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

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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,

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n. The sound is going away; let's follow it, fter do our work.

er ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

- By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed, gh forth-rights

atience,

s must rest me.

here I will put of

No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

Fer.

As I hope

For quiet days, fair issue and long life,

With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,

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The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion°
Our worser genius can, shall never melt

Mine honour into lust, to take away

The edge of that day's celebration

When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,
Or Night kept chain'd below.

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Pros.

Sit, then, and talk with her; she is thine own.
What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel !

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Enter ARIEL.

Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pros. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service

Did worthily perform; and I must use you