Their manners are of a more gentle kind, Than of our human generation you shall find Many,-nay, almost any. Thou hast said well; for some of you there present Are worse than devils. ALON. 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. PRO. Praise in departing. [Iside. No matter, since FRAN. They vanish'd strangely. They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.- ALON. Not I. GON. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find, Good warrant of. ALON. I will stand to, and feed, Although my last no matter, since I feel The best is past:-Brother, my lord the duke, 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, Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing ALON. SEB. Sc., draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers (For that's my business to you,) that you three You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you ́from Ile vanishes in Thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and curry out the table. PRO. [Aside] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, Their several kinds have done: my high charms work, In their distractions! they are now in my power; And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd,) [Exit PROSPERO. GON. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? ALON. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; SEB. I'll fight their legions o'er. ANT. [Exit. But one fiend at a time, I'll be thy second. [Exeunt SEB. and ANT. GON. 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, May now provoke them to. ADR. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt. F I have too austerely punish'd you, I tender to thy hand. All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, |