Act III, Scene iii: Another part of the island
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| | GONZALO
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| | 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. | |
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| | ALONSO
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| | Old lord, I cannot blame thee, | |
| | Who am myself attach'd with weariness | |
| | To th' 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. | |
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| | ANTONIO
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[Aside to SEBASTIAN]
I am right glad that he's
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| | so out of hope. | |
| | Do not, for one repulse, forgo the purpose | |
| | That you resolv'd to effect. | |
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| | SEBASTIAN
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[Aside to ANTONIO]
The next advantage
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| | Will we take throughly. | |
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| | ANTONIO
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[Aside to SEBASTIAN]
Let it be to-night;
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| | For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they | |
| | Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance | |
| | As when they are fresh. | |
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| | SEBASTIAN
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[Aside to ANTONIO]
I say, to-night: no more.
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[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.]
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| | ALONSO
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| | What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! | |
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| | GONZALO
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| | Marvellous sweet music! | |
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| | ALONSO
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| | Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? | |
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| | SEBASTIAN
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| | 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. | |
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| | ANTONIO
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| | 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. | |
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| | GONZALO
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| | 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. | |
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| | PROSPERO
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[Aside]
Honest lord,
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| | Thou hast said well; for some of you there present | |
| | Are worse than devils. | |
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| | ALONSO
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| | 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. | |
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| | PROSPERO
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[Aside]
Praise in departing.
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| | FRANCISCO
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| | They vanish'd strangely. | |
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| | SEBASTIAN
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| | No matter, since | |
| | They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.— | |
| | Will't please you taste of what is here? | |
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| | GONZALO
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| | Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, | |
| | Who would believe that there were mountaineers | |
| | Dewlapp'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. | |
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| | ALONSO
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| | 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]
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| | ARIEL
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| | 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: | |
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[Seeing ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, &c., draw their swords]
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| | 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]
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| | PROSPERO
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[Aside]
Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
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| | 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. | |
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| | GONZALO
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| | I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you | |
| | In this strange stare? | |
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| | ALONSO
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| | 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. | |
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| | SEBASTIAN
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| | But one fiend at a time, | |
| | I'll fight their legions o'er. | |
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| | ANTONIO
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| | I'll be thy second. | |
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[Exeunt SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO]
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| | GONZALO
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| | 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. | |
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| | ADRIAN
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| | Follow, I pray you. | |
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