William Shakespeare's The Tempest, tells the tale of an exiled Duke and his daughter marooned on the sandy, idyllic, mysterious shores of an island paradise in the Mediterranean sea.
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Act III. Scene III.

Scene III. Another Part of the Island.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO,
GONZALO,ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your
patience,
I needs must rest me.
Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
Ant. [Aside to SEB.] I am right glad that
he's so out of hope.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolv'd to effect.
Seb. [Aside to ANT.] The next advantage
Will we take throughly.
Ant. [Aside to SEB.] Let it be to-night;
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
As when they are fresh.
Seb. [Aside to ANT.] I say to-night: no more.
Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO
above, invisible. Enter below 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 music!
Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What
were these?
Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one
phoenix
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. [Aside.] Honest lord,
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, ex-
pressing,—
Although they want the use of tongue,—a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
Pro. [Aside.] Praise in departing.
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
Seb. No matter, since
They have left their viands behind; for we have
stomachs.—
Will't please you to taste of what is here?
Alon. Not I.
Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we
were boys,
Who would believe that there were moun-
taineers
Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hang-
ing at them
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now
we find
Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
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,
Stand to and do as we.

Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL like a
harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and,
with 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 you; 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
follows
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 dowie 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,
And will not be uplifted. But, remember,—
For that's my business to you,—that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent child: for which foul
deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce, by me,
Lingering perdition,—worse than any death
Can be at once,—shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wraths to guard
you from—
Which here in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads,—is nothing but heart-sorrow
And a clear life ensuing.

He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music,
enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks
and mows, and carry out the table.
Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy
hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devour-
ing:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done. My high charms
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, while I visit
Young Ferdinand,—whom they suppose is
drown'd,—
And his and mine lov'd darling. [Exit above.
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;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded. [Exit.
Seb. But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.
Ant. 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
And hinder them from what this ecstasy
May now provoke them to.
Adr. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.
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