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 wearinesseTo th'dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest:
[1470]
Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe itNo longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'dWhom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocksOur 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 purposeThat 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 vigilanceAs 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
ArabiaThere is one Tree, the Phœnix throne, one PhœnixAt this houre reigning there.Ant.
[1490]
Ile beleeue both:And what do's else want credit, come to meAnd 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 noteTheir manners are more gentle, kinde, then of
[1500]
Our humaine generation you shall findeMany, 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 museSuch shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing(Although they want the vse of tongue) a kindeOf excellent dumbe discourse.Pro.Praise in departing.Fr.
[1510]
They vanish'd strangely.Seb.No matter, sinceThey 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'emWallets 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 vsGood warrant of.Al.I will stand to, and feede,Although my last, no matter, since I feeleThe 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 destinyThat 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 drowneTheir proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowesAre ministers of Fate, the Elements
[1535]
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as wellWound the loud windes, or with bemockt‑at‑StabsKill the still closing waters, as diminishOne dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministersAre 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 threeFrom
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) haueIncens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the CreaturesAgainst your peace: Thee of thy Sonne,
AlonsoThey haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
[1550]
Lingring perdition (worse then any deathCan be at once) shall step, by step attendYou, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from,Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else falsVpon 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 batedIn what thou had'st to say: so with good life,
[1560]
And obseruation strange, my meaner ministersTheir seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work,And these (mine enemies) are all knit vpIn 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 youIn 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'dThe 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.BAnt.
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 wearinesseTo th'dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest:
[1470]
Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe itNo longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'dWhom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocksOur 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 purposeThat 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 vigilanceAs 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
ArabiaThere is one Tree, the Phœnix throne, one PhœnixAt this houre reigning there.Ant.
[1490]
Ile beleeue both:And what do's else want credit, come to meAnd 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 noteTheir manners are more gentle, kinde, then of
[1500]
Our humaine generation you shall findeMany, 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 museSuch shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing(Although they want the vse of tongue) a kindeOf excellent dumbe discourse.Pro.Praise in departing.Fr.
[1510]
They vanish'd strangely.Seb.No matter, sinceThey 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'emWallets of flesh? or that there were such menWhose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde
[1520]
Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vsGood warrant of.Al.I will stand to, and feede,Although my last, no matter, since I feeleThe 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 destinyThat 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 drowneTheir proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowesAre ministers of Fate, the Elements
[1535]
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as wellWound the loud windes, or with bemockt‑at‑StabsKill the still closing waters, as diminishOne dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministersAre 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 threeFrom
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) haueIncens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the CreaturesAgainst your peace: Thee of thy Sonne,
AlonsoThey haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
[1550]
Lingring perdition (worse then any deathCan be at once) shall step, by step attendYou, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from,Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else falsVpon 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 batedIn what thou had'st to say: so with good life,
[1560]
And obseruation strange, my meaner ministersTheir seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work,And these (mine enemies) are all knit vpIn 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 youIn 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'dThe 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="1463">By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir,</l>
<l n="1464">My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeed</l>
<l n="1465">Through fourth‑rights, & Meanders: by your patience,</l>
<l n="1466">I needes must rest me.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-alo">
<speaker rend="italic">Al.</speaker>
<l n="1467">Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,</l>
<l n="1468">Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse</l>
<l n="1469">To th'dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest:</l>
<l n="1470">Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it</l>
<l n="1471">No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd</l>
<l n="1472">Whom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocks</l>
<l n="1473">Our frustrate search on land: well, let him goe.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="1474">I am right glad, that he's so out of hope:</l>
<l n="1475">Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purpose</l>
<l n="1476">That you resolu'd t'effect.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-seb">
<speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
<l n="1477">The next aduantage will we take thoroughly.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="1478">Let it be to night,</l>
<l n="1479">For now they are oppress'd with trauaile, they</l>
<l n="1480">Will not, nor cannot vse such vigilance</l>
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</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inui
<lb/>sible:) Enter seuerall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket;
<lb/>and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and
<lb/>inuiting the King, &c. to eate, they depart.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tem-seb">
<speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
<l n="1482">I say to night: no more.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tem-alo">
<speaker rend="italic">Al.</speaker>
<l n="1483">What harmony is this? my good friends, harke.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="1484">Maruellous sweet Musicke.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-alo">
<speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
<l n="1485">Giue vs kind keepers,<choice>
<abbr>heauēs</abbr>
<expan>heauens</expan>
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</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-seb">
<speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
<l n="1486">A liuing<hi rend="italic">Drolerie</hi>: now I will beleeue</l>
<l n="1487">That there are Vnicornes: that in<hi rend="italic">Arabia</hi>
</l>
<l n="1488">There is one Tree, the Phœnix throne, one Phœnix</l>
<l n="1489">At this houre reigning there.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-ant">
<speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
<l n="1490">Ile beleeue both:</l>
<l n="1491">And what do's else want credit, come to me</l>
<l n="1492">And Ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye,</l>
<l n="1493">Though fooles at home condemne 'em.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="1494">If in<hi rend="italic">Naples</hi>
</l>
<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>
</sp>
<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>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-alo">
<speaker rend="italic">Al.</speaker>
<l n="1505">I cannot too much muse</l>
<l n="1506">Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing</l>
<l n="1507">(Although they want the vse of tongue) a kinde</l>
<l n="1508">Of excellent dumbe discourse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-pro">
<speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
<l n="1509">Praise in departing.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-fra">
<speaker rend="italic">Fr.</speaker>
<l n="1510">They vanish'd strangely.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-seb">
<speaker rend="italic">Seb.</speaker>
<l n="1511">No matter, since</l>
<l n="1512">They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue sto
<lb rend="turnover"/>
<pc rend="turnover">(</pc>macks.</l>
<l n="1513">Wilt please you taste of what is here?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-alo">
<speaker rend="italic">Alo.</speaker>
<l n="1514">Not I.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-gon">
<speaker rend="italic">Gon.</speaker>
<l n="1515">Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were
<lb rend="turnover"/>
<pc rend="turnover">(</pc>Boyes</l>
<l n="1516">Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres,</l>
<l n="1517">Dew‑lapt, like Buls, whose throats had hanging at'em</l>
<l n="1518">Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="1519">Whose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde</l>
<l n="1520">Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vs</l>
<l n="1521">Good warrant of.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tem-alo">
<speaker rend="italic">Al.</speaker>
<l n="1522">I will stand to, and feede,</l>
<l n="1523">Although my last, no matter, since I feele</l>
<l n="1524">The best is past: brother: my Lord, the Duke,</l>
<l n="1525">Stand too, and doe as we.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps
<lb/>his wings vpon the Table, and with a quient deuice the
<lb/>Banquet vanishes.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tem-ari">
<speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
<l n="1526">You are three men of sinne, whom destiny</l>
<l n="1527">That hath to instrument this lower world,</l>
<l n="1528">And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea,</l>
<l n="1529">Hath caus'd to belch vp you: and on this Island,</l>
<l n="1530">Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men,</l>
<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>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0034-0.jpg" n="14"/>
<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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