The Tempest: Act 3, Scene 3
4 Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
5 Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
6 To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
7 Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
8 No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
9 Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
10 Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
17 I say, to-night: no more.
** on the top, invisible.
** banket; and dance about it with gentle actions
27 If in Naples
28 I should report this now, would they believe me?
29 If I should say, I saw such islanders
30 For, certes, these are people of the island
31 Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
32 Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
33 Our human generation you shall find
34 Many, nay, almost any.
39 Praise in departing.
43 Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,
44 Who would believe that there were mountaineers
45 Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
46 Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
47 Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find
48 Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
49 Good warrant of.
53 You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
54 That hath to instrument this lower world
55 And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
56 Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
57 Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
58 Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
59 And even with such-like valor men hang and drown
60 Their proper selves.
60 You fools! I and my fellows
61 Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
62 Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
63 Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
64 Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
65 One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
66 Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
67 Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
68 And will not be uplifted. But remember
69 For that's my business to youthat you three
70 From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
71 Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
72 Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
73 The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
74 Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
75 Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
76 They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:
77 Lingering perdition, worse than any death
78 Can be at once, shall step by step attend
79 You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from
80 Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
81 Upon your headsis nothing but heart-sorrow
82 And a clear life ensuing.
** mocks and mows, and carrying out the table.
83 Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
84 Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
85 Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
86 In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
87 And observation strange, my meaner ministers
88 Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
89 And these mine enemies are all knit up
90 In their distractions; they now are in my power;
91 And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
92 Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
93 And his and mine loved darling.
95 O, it is monstrous, monstrous:
96 Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
97 The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
98 That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
99 The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
100 Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
101 I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
102 And with him there lie mudded.
104 All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,
105 Like poison given to work a great time after,
106 Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you
107 That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly
108 And hinder them from what this ecstasy
109 May now provoke them to.