| Another Part of the Island. | 
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| Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. | 
| Gon.  By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; | 
| My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed, | 
| Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience, | 
| I needs must rest me. | 
| Alon.        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 | 
| No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd | 
| Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks | 
| Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. | 
| Ant.  [Aside to SEB.] I am right glad that he's so out of hope. | 
| Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose | 
| That you resolv'd to effect. | 
| Seb.        [Aside to ANT.] The next advantage | 
| Will we take throughly. | 
| Ant.        [Aside to SEB.] Let it be to-night; | 
| For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they | 
| Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance | 
| As when they are fresh. | 
| Seb.  [Aside to ANT.] I say to-night: no more. | 
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| Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter below several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet: they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c., to eat, they depart. | 
| Alon.  What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! | 
| Gon.  Marvellous sweet music! | 
| Alon.  Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? | 
| Seb.  A living drollery. 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 lie, | 
| Though fools at home condemn them. | 
| Gon.        If in Naples | 
| I should report this now, would they believe me? | 
| If I should say I saw such islanders,— | 
| 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. | 
| Pro.  [Aside.] Honest lord, | 
| Thou hast said well; for some of you there present | 
| Are worse than devils. | 
| Alon.        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. | 
| Pro.        [Aside.] Praise in departing. | 
| Fran.  They vanish'd strangely. | 
| Seb.        No matter, since | 
| They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.— | 
| Will't please you to taste of what is here? | 
| Alon.        Not I. | 
| 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 them | 
| 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, | 
| Stand to and do as we. | 
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| 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,—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;  [Seeing ALON., SEB., &c., draw their swords. | 
| And even 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 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; | 
| 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, | 
| Lingering 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-sorrow | 
| And a clear life ensuing. | 
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| He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks and mows, and carry out the table. | 
| Pro.  [Aside.] 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; | 
| And in these fits I leave them, while I visit | 
| Young Ferdinand,—whom they suppose is drown'd,— | 
| And his and mine lov'd 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, pronounc'd | 
| 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.  [Exit. | 
| Sob.        But one fiend at a time, | 
| I'll fight their legions o'er. | 
| Ant.        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, | 
| Now 'gins to bite the spirits.—I do beseech you | 
| That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly | 
| And hinder them from what this ecstasy | 
| May now provoke them to. | 
| Adr.        Follow, I pray you.  [Exeunt. | 
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