| ACT III SCENE III | Another part of the island. | |
| | Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others | |
| GONZALO | 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. | 5 |
| ALONSO | 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 | 10 |
| | Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks | |
| | Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. | |
| ANTONIO | Aside to SEBASTIAN | |
| | out of hope. | |
| | Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose | |
| | That you resolved to effect. | 15 |
| SEBASTIAN | Aside to ANTONIO | |
| | Will we take throughly. | |
| ANTONIO | Aside to SEBASTIAN | |
| | For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they | |
| | Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance | |
| | As when they are fresh. | |
| SEBASTIAN | Aside to ANTONIO | |
| | Solemn and strange music | |
| ALONSO | What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! | 20 |
| GONZALO | Marvellous sweet music! | |
| | Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter severalstrange Shapes, bringing in a banquet;they dance about it with gentle actions ofsalutation; and, inviting the King, &c. toeat, they depart | |
| ALONSO | Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? | |
| SEBASTIAN | A living drollery. Now I will believe | |
| | That there are unicorns, that in Arabia | |
| | There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix | 25 |
| | At this hour reigning there. | |
| ANTONIO | 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, | 30 |
| | Though fools at home condemn 'em. | |
| GONZALO | 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-- | 35 |
| | 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. | |
| PROSPERO | Aside | |
| | Thou hast said well; for some of you there present | 40 |
| | Are worse than devils. | |
| ALONSO | 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. | 45 |
| PROSPERO | Aside | |
| FRANCISCO | They vanish'd strangely. | |
| SEBASTIAN | No matter, since | |
| | They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. | |
| | Will't please you taste of what is here? | |
| ALONSO | Not I. | 50 |
| GONZALO | 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 | 55 |
| | Each putter-out of five for one will bring us | |
| | Good warrant of. | |
| ALONSO | I will stand to and feed, | |
| | Although my last: no matter, since I feel | |
| | The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke, | 60 |
| | Stand to and do as we. | |
| | Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like aharpy; claps his wings upon the table; and,with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes | |
| ARIEL | 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 | 65 |
| | 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. | |
| | ALONSO, SEBASTIAN &c. draw their swords | |
| | You fools! I and my fellows | 70 |
| | 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 | 75 |
| | 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; | 80 |
| | Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, | |
| | Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed | |
| | The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have | |
| | Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, | |
| | Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso, | 85 |
| | 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 | 90 |
| | Upon your heads--is nothing but heart-sorrow | |
| | And a clear life ensuing. | |
| | He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft musicenter the Shapes again, and dance, withmocks and mows, and carrying out the table | |
| PROSPERO | Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou | |
| | Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: | |
| | Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated | 95 |
| | 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; | 100 |
| | 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 | |
| GONZALO | I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you | |
| | In this strange stare? | 105 |
| ALONSO | 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. | 110 |
| | 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 | |
| SEBASTIAN | But one fiend at a time, | |
| | I'll fight their legions o'er. | 115 |
| ANTONIO | I'll be thy second. | |
| | Exeunt SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO | |
| GONZALO | 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 | 120 |
| | And hinder them from what this ecstasy | |
| | May now provoke them to. | |
| ADRIAN | Follow, I pray you. | |
| | Exeunt | |