Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Ar. And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea,
Ar. Hath caus'd to belch vp you: and on this Island,
Ar. Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men,
Ar. Being most vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad;
Ar. And euen with such like valour, men hang, and drowne
Ar. Their proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowes
Ar. Are ministers of Fate, the Elements
Ar. Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Ar. Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt‑at‑Stabs
Ar. Kill the still closing waters, as diminish
Ar. One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministers
Ar. Are like‑invulnerable: if you could hurt,
Ar. Your swords are now too massie for your strengths,
Ar. And will not be vplifted: But remember
Ar. (For that's my businesse to you) that you three
Ar. From Millaine did supplant good Prospero,
Ar. Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)
Ar. Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed,
Ar. The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue
Ar. Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures