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The Tempest.
Scena Tertia. [Act 3, Scene 3] Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzallo, Adrian, Francisco, &c. Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir, My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeed
[1465]
Through fourth‑rights, & Meanders: by your patience, I needes must rest me.
Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse To th'dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest:
[1470]
Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd Whom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocks Our frustrate search on land: well, let him goe.
Ant. I am right glad, that he's so out of hope:
[1475]
Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purpose That you resolu'd t'effect.
Seb. The next aduantage will we take thoroughly. Ant. Let it be to night, For now they are oppress'd with trauaile, they
[1480]
Will not, nor cannot vse such vigilance As when they are fresh.
Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inui­ sible:) Enter seuerall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket; and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and inuiting the King, &c. to eate, they depart. Seb. I say to night: no more. Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke. Gon. Maruellous sweet Musicke. Alo.
[1485]
Giue vs kind keepers, heauēs heauens : what were these?
Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia There is one Tree, the Phœnix throne, one Phœnix At this houre reigning there. Ant.
[1490]
Ile beleeue both: And what do's else want credit, come to me And Ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye, Though fooles at home condemne 'em.
Gon. If in Naples
[1495]
I should report this now, would they beleeue me? If I should say I saw such Islands; (For certes, these are people of the Island) Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet note Their manners are more gentle, kinde, then of
[1500]
Our humaine generation you shall finde Many, nay almost any.
Pro. Honest Lord, Thou hast said well: for some of you there present; Are worse then diuels. Al.
[1505]
I cannot too much muse Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing (Although they want the vse of tongue) a kinde Of excellent dumbe discourse.
Pro. Praise in departing. Fr.
[1510]
They vanish'd strangely.
Seb. No matter, since They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue sto­ (macks. Wilt please you taste of what is here? Alo. Not I. Gon.
[1515]
Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were (Boyes Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres, Dew‑lapt, like Buls, whose throats had hanging at'em Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men

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Whose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde
[1520]
Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vs Good warrant of.
Al. I will stand to, and feede, Although my last, no matter, since I feele The best is past: brother: my Lord, the Duke,
[1525]
Stand too, and doe as we.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps his wings vpon the Table, and with a quient deuice the Banquet vanishes. Ar. You are three men of sinne, whom destiny That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea, Hath caus'd to belch vp you: and on this Island,
[1530]
Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men, Being most vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad; And euen with such like valour, men hang, and drowne Their proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowes Are ministers of Fate, the Elements
[1535]
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt‑at‑Stabs Kill the still closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministers Are like‑invulnerable: if you could hurt,
[1540]
Your swords are now too massie for your strengths, And will not be vplifted: But remember (For that's my businesse to you) that you three From Millaine did supplant good Prospero, Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)
[1545]
Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed, The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures Against your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alonso They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
[1550]
Lingring perdition (worse then any death Can be at once) shall step, by step attend You, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from, Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else fals Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts‑sorrow,
[1555]
And a cleere life ensuing.
He vanishes in Thunder: then (to soft Musicke.) Enter the shapes againe, and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and carrying out the Table. Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpie, hast thou Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring: Of my Instruction, hast thou nothing bated In what thou had'st to say: so with good life,
[1560]
And obseruation strange, my meaner ministers Their seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work, And these (mine enemies) are all knit vp In their distractions: they now are in my powre; And in these fits, I leaue them, while I visit
[1565]
Yong Ferdinand (whom they suppose is droun'd) And his, and mine lou'd darling.
Gon. I'th name of something holy, Sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Al. O, it is monstrous: monstrous:
[1570]
Me thought the billowes spoke, and told me of it, The windes did sing it to me: and the Thunder (That deepe and dreadfull Organ‑Pipe) pronounc'd The name of Prosper: it did base my Trespasse, Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and
[1575]
I'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded, And with him there lye mudded.
Exit. Seb. But one feend at a time, Ile fight their Legions ore. B Ant.

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Scena Tertia. [Act 3, Scene 3] Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzallo, Adrian, Francisco, &c. Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir, My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeed
[1465]
Through fourth‑rights, & Meanders: by your patience, I needes must rest me.
Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse To th'dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest:
[1470]
Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd Whom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocks Our frustrate search on land: well, let him goe.
Ant. I am right glad, that he's so out of hope:
[1475]
Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purpose That you resolu'd t'effect.
Seb. The next aduantage will we take thoroughly. Ant. Let it be to night, For now they are oppress'd with trauaile, they
[1480]
Will not, nor cannot vse such vigilance As when they are fresh.
Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inui­ sible:) Enter seuerall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket; and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and inuiting the King, &c. to eate, they depart. Seb. I say to night: no more. Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke. Gon. Maruellous sweet Musicke. Alo.
[1485]
Giue vs kind keepers, heauēsheauens : what were these?
Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia There is one Tree, the Phœnix throne, one Phœnix At this houre reigning there. Ant.
[1490]
Ile beleeue both: And what do's else want credit, come to me And Ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye, Though fooles at home condemne 'em.
Gon. If in Naples
[1495]
I should report this now, would they beleeue me? If I should say I saw such Islands; (For certes, these are people of the Island) Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet note Their manners are more gentle, kinde, then of
[1500]
Our humaine generation you shall finde Many, nay almost any.
Pro. Honest Lord, Thou hast said well: for some of you there present; Are worse then diuels. Al.
[1505]
I cannot too much muse Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing (Although they want the vse of tongue) a kinde Of excellent dumbe discourse.
Pro. Praise in departing. Fr.
[1510]
They vanish'd strangely.
Seb. No matter, since They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue sto­ (macks. Wilt please you taste of what is here? Alo. Not I. Gon.
[1515]
Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were (Boyes Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres, Dew‑lapt, like Buls, whose throats had hanging at'em Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde
[1520]
Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vs Good warrant of.
Al. I will stand to, and feede, Although my last, no matter, since I feele The best is past: brother: my Lord, the Duke,
[1525]
Stand too, and doe as we.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps his wings vpon the Table, and with a quient deuice the Banquet vanishes. Ar. You are three men of sinne, whom destiny That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea, Hath caus'd to belch vp you: and on this Island,
[1530]
Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men, Being most vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad; And euen with such like valour, men hang, and drowne Their proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowes Are ministers of Fate, the Elements
[1535]
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt‑at‑Stabs Kill the still closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministers Are like‑invulnerable: if you could hurt,
[1540]
Your swords are now too massie for your strengths, And will not be vplifted: But remember (For that's my businesse to you) that you three From Millaine did supplant good Prospero, Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)
[1545]
Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed, The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures Against your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alonso They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
[1550]
Lingring perdition (worse then any death Can be at once) shall step, by step attend You, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from, Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else fals Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts‑sorrow,
[1555]
And a cleere life ensuing.
He vanishes in Thunder: then (to soft Musicke.) Enter the shapes againe, and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and carrying out the Table. Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpie, hast thou Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring: Of my Instruction, hast thou nothing bated In what thou had'st to say: so with good life,
[1560]
And obseruation strange, my meaner ministers Their seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work, And these (mine enemies) are all knit vp In their distractions: they now are in my powre; And in these fits, I leaue them, while I visit
[1565]
Yong Ferdinand (whom they suppose is droun'd) And his, and mine lou'd darling.
Gon. I'th name of something holy, Sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Al. O, it is monstrous: monstrous:
[1570]
Me thought the billowes spoke, and told me of it, The windes did sing it to me: and the Thunder (That deepe and dreadfull Organ‑Pipe) pronounc'd The name of Prosper: it did base my Trespasse, Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and
[1575]
I'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded, And with him there lye mudded.
Exit. Seb. But one feend at a time, Ile fight their Legions ore. Ant. Ile be thy Second. Exeunt. Gon.
[1580]
All three of them are desperate: their great guilt (Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after) Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you (That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly, And hinder them from what this extasie
[1585]
May now prouoke them to.
Ad. Follow, I pray you. Exeunt. omnes.
 

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      <l n="1490">Ile beleeue both:</l>
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      <l n="1492">And Ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye,</l>
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   <sp who="#F-tem-gon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
      <l n="1494">If in<hi rend="italic">Naples</hi>
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      <l n="1495">I should report this now, would they beleeue me?</l>
      <l n="1496">If I should say I saw such Islands;</l>
      <l n="1497">(For certes, these are people of the Island)</l>
      <l n="1498">Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet note</l>
      <l n="1499">Their manners are more gentle, kinde, then of</l>
      <l n="1500">Our humaine generation you shall finde</l>
      <l n="1501">Many, nay almost any.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1502">Honest Lord,</l>
      <l n="1503">Thou hast said well: for some of you there present;</l>
      <l n="1504">Are worse then diuels.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Al.</speaker>
      <l n="1505">I cannot too much muse</l>
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   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1509">Praise in departing.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Fr.</speaker>
      <l n="1510">They vanish'd strangely.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
      <l n="1511">No matter, since</l>
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      <l n="1513">Wilt please you taste of what is here?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
      <l n="1514">Not I.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-tem-gon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
      <l n="1515">Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were
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      <l n="1516">Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Al.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="1526">You are three men of sinne, whom destiny</l>
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      <l n="1528">And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea,</l>
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      <l n="1531">Being most vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad;</l>
      <l n="1532">And euen with such like valour, men hang, and drowne</l>
      <l n="1533">Their proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowes</l>
      <l n="1534">Are ministers of Fate, the Elements</l>
      <l n="1535">Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well</l>
      <l n="1536">Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt‑at‑Stabs</l>
      <l n="1537">Kill the still closing waters, as diminish</l>
      <l n="1538">One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministers</l>
      <l n="1539">Are like‑invulnerable: if you could hurt,</l>
      <l n="1540">Your swords are now too massie for your strengths,</l>
      <l n="1541">And will not be vplifted: But remember</l>
      <l n="1542">(For that's my businesse to you) that you three</l>
      <l n="1543">From<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>did supplant good<hi rend="italic">Prospero</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1544">Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)</l>
      <l n="1545">Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed,</l>
      <l n="1546">The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue</l>
      <l n="1547">Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures</l>
      <l n="1548">Against your peace: Thee of thy Sonne,<hi rend="italic">Alonso</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1549">They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me</l>
      <l n="1550">Lingring perdition (worse then any death</l>
      <l n="1551">Can be at once) shall step, by step attend</l>
      <l n="1552">You, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from,</l>
      <l n="1553">Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else fals</l>
      <l n="1554">Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts‑sorrow,</l>
      <l n="1555">And a cleere life ensuing.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">He vanishes in Thunder: then (to soft Musicke.) Enter the
      <lb/>shapes againe, and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and
      <lb/>carrying out the Table.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="1556">Brauely the figure of this<hi rend="italic">Harpie</hi>, hast thou</l>
      <l n="1557">Perform'd (my<hi rend="italic">Ariell</hi>) a grace it had deuouring:</l>
      <l n="1558">Of my Instruction, hast thou nothing bated</l>
      <l n="1559">In what thou had'st to say: so with good life,</l>
      <l n="1560">And obseruation strange, my meaner ministers</l>
      <l n="1561">Their seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work,</l>
      <l n="1562">And these (mine enemies) are all knit vp</l>
      <l n="1563">In their distractions: they now are in my powre;</l>
      <l n="1564">And in these fits, I leaue them, while I visit</l>
      <l n="1565">Yong<hi rend="italic">Ferdinand</hi>(whom they suppose is droun'd)</l>
      <l n="1566">And his, and mine lou'd darling.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-gon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
      <l n="1567">I'th name of something holy, Sir, why stand you</l>
      <l n="1568">In this strange stare?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-alo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Al.</speaker>
      <l n="1569">O, it is monstrous: monstrous:</l>
      <l n="1570">Me thought the billowes spoke, and told me of it,</l>
      <l n="1571">The windes did sing it to me: and the Thunder</l>
      <l n="1572">(That deepe and dreadfull Organ‑Pipe) pronounc'd</l>
      <l n="1573">The name of<hi rend="italic">Prosper</hi>: it did base my Trespasse,</l>
      <l n="1574">Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and</l>
      <l n="1575">I'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded,</l>
      <l n="1576">And with him there lye mudded.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-seb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
      <l n="1577">But one feend at a time,</l>
      <l n="1578">Ile fight their Legions ore.</l>
   </sp>
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   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ant">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="1579">Ile be thy Second.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage type="exit" rend="inline">Exeunt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-gon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
      <l n="1580">All three of them are desperate: their great guilt</l>
      <l n="1581">(Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after)</l>
      <l n="1582">Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you</l>
      <l n="1583">(That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly,</l>
      <l n="1584">And hinder them from what this extasie</l>
      <l n="1585">May now prouoke them to.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-adi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ad.</speaker>
      <l n="1586">Follow, I pray you.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exeunt. omnes.</stage>
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