Solemn and strange Music; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter 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! [these? Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe, That there are unicorns; that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one phoenix At this hour reigning there. Ant. I'll believe both: 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. Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present, Alon. [Aside. 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. They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will't please you 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 on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of. Alon. I will stand to, and feed, 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 [Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their Swords. 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, You and your ways; whose wrath 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 Music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with Mops and Mowes, and carry out the Table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou In their distractions: they now are in my power; Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown'd,) [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, pronounc'd The name of Prospero; 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. [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, Now 'gins to bite the spirits:-I do beseech you That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly, And hinder them from what this ecstacy May now provoke them to. Adr. SCENE 1. Before PROSPERO's Cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition. Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, 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 strongest suggestion 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. Pro. Fairly spoke : Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.What, Ariel: my industrious servant Ariel! 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 In such another trick: go, bring the rabble, O'er whom I give thee power, here, to this place: Ari. Pro. Aye, with a twink. Presently? Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, so, so; Each one tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mowe: Do you love me, master? no. Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well I conceive. [Exit. |