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The Tempest.
13
Scena Tertia.
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 indeedeThrough 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: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:Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purposeThat you resolu'd t'effect.
Seb.The next aduantage will we take throughly.
Ant.Let it be to night,For now they are oppress'd with trauaile, theyWill not, nor cannot vie such vigilanceAs when they are fresh.
Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inuisible:) Enter seuerall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket; and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and inviting 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.
Al.Giue vs kind keepers, heauēs: what were these?
Seb.A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeueThat there are Vnicornes: that in ArabiaThere is one Tree, the Phœnix throne, one PhœnixAt this houre reigning there.
Ant.Ile beleeue both:And what do's else want credit, come to meAnd ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye,Though socles at home condemne 'em.
Gon.If in NaplesI 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 ofOur 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.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.They vanish'd strangely.
Seb.No matter, sinceThey haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue stomacks.Wilt please you taste of what is here?
Alo.Not I.
Gon.Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were BoyesWho would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres,Dew-lapt, like Buls, whose throats had hanging at'em,Wallets of flesh? or that there were such menWhose heads stood in their brests? which now we findeEach 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,Stand too, and doe as we.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps his wings upon 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,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 ElementsOf 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,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)Him, and his innocent childe: for which soule 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 meLingring 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,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 thouPerform'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,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 sits, I leaue them, while I visitYong 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: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; andI'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet founded,Exit.And with him there lye mudded.
Seb.But one feend at a time,Ile fight their legions ore.
Ant.
