The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke, Stand too, and do as we. 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 And what is in 't) 1 the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island, Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valor, 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 bemock'd-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 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, That makes use of this world, and every thing in it, as its instruments to bring about its ends. 2 Feather. Him and his innocent child; for which foul deed, 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 1 life ensuing. He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in my power; And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit 1 Pure, blameless. Making mouths, or wry faces. * With exact representation of their several characters: so we say, 'acted to the life.' SHAK. I E. Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd; And his and my loved darling. [Exit Prospero from 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 1 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 great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, Adr. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt. 1 Told it me in a rough bass sound. Alienation of mind. ACT IV. SCENE I. Before Prospero's cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. 2 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, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased, take my daughter: but If thou dost break her virgin knot before With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion 3 shall the heavens let fall A fibre or portion of myself. 3 Sprinkling. 2 To admiration. Sour-eyed disdain, and discord, shall bestrew Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion 1 Our worser Genius can, shall never melt Mine honor 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. Pro. Fairly spoke : Sit then, and talk with her: she is thine own. Enter ARIEL. Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you 2 In such another trick: go, bring the rabble, Ari. Presently? 1 Temptation. ? The crew of meaner spirits. |