Cal. Art thou afeard? Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd, Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my musick for nothing. Cal. When Prospero is destroyed. Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work. Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. - I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. SCENE III. Another part of the Island. [Excunt. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and Others. Gon. By'r lakin7, I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache; here's a maze trod, indeed, 7 Our lady. Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your pa tience, I needs must rest me. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Aside to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose The next advantage Let it be to-night: For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance, Will we take thoroughly. As when they are fresh. Seb. I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange Musick; 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. Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet musick! Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? Seb. A living drollery 8: Now I will believe, 8 Show. That there are unicorns; that, in Arabia At this hour reigning there. Ant. 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. Gon. 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. Pro. Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present Are worse than devils. Alon. [Aside. I cannot too much muse, 1 Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex pressing (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not I. Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we Who would believe that there were mountaineers, were boys, 9 Certainly. 1 Wonder. Dew-lapp'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 on five for one, will bring us Alon. Thunder and Lightning. Enter ARIEL like a Harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and, by a quaint device, the Banquet vanishes. Ari. 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; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their Swords. 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 mi nisters Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, Down. And will not be uplifted; But, remember, from (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow, And a clears life ensuing. He vanishes in Thunder: then, to soft Musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: 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, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd,) And his and my loved darling. [Exit PROSPERO from above. 3 Pure, blameless. |