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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 elfe want credit, come to me,
And I'll be fworn 'tis true.
Travellers ne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.
Gon. If in Naples
I fhould report this now, would they believe me?
(For, certes, these are people of the Island)
Many; nay, almost any.
Pro. Honeft lord,
Thou haft faid well; for fome of you there prefent Are worfe than devils.
Alon. I cannot too much mufe,
Such fhapes, fuch gefture, and fuch found, expreffing (Although they want the ufe of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse.
Pro. Praise, in departing.
Fran. They vanish'd ftrangely.
Seb. No matter, fince
They've 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 were Who would believe, that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapt like bulls, whofe throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh, or that there were fuch men,
Whofe heads ftood in their breafts? which now we find, Each putter out on five for one will bring us 2
2 This paffage alluding to a the putter out must be a traveller, forgotten cuftom is very abfcure; elfe how could he give this ac
Good warrant of.
Alon. I will ftand to and feed,
Although my laft; no matter, fince I feel
Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table, feems to feize upon the dishes, and with a quaint device the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of fin, whom destiny, That hath to inftrument this lower world, And what is in't, the never-forfeited fea Hath caused to belch up; and on this Inland Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men Being moft unfit to live. I have made you mad; And ev❜n with fuch like valour men hang and drown Their proper felves. [Alonfo, Sebaftian, and the reft Ye fools! I and my fellows [draw their fwords.
Are minifters of fate; the elements,
Of whom your fwords are temper'd, may as well
One down that's in my plume: my fellow-minifters
count? the five for one is money to be received by him at his return, Mr. Theobald has well il
laftrated this paffage by a quotation from Johnson.
Againft your peace. Thee of thy fon, Alonso,
You and your ways; whofe wrath to guard you from,
Upon your heads, is nothing but heart's forrow,
He vanishes in thunder: then to foft mufick. Enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carrying out the table.
Prov. Bravely the figure of this harpy haft thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my inftruction haft thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadt to fay; fo with good life, 4 And obfervation ftrange, my meaner ministers Their feveral kinds have done. My high charms work, And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they are in my power; And in thefe fits I leave them, whilt I vifit` Young Ferdinand, whom they fuppofe is drown'd, And his and my lov'd darling.
[Exit Profpero from above. Gon. I'th' name of fomething holy, Sir, why ftand
In this ftrange ftare?
Alon. O, it is monftrous! monftrous! Methought, the billows fpoke, and told me of it The winds did fing it to me; and the thunder,
3 clear life.] Pure, blamelefs, innocent.
with good life.] This feems a corruption. I know not in what fenfe life can here be ufed, unless for alacrity, livelinefs, vigour, and in this fenfe the expreffion is harth. Perhapa we may read,
with good lift,
with good will, with fincere zeal for my service. I fhould have propofed,
rvith good lief, in the fame fenfe, but that I can. not find lief to be a Subftantive.
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
Seb. But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.
Gon. All three of them are defperate; their great guilt, Like poifon giv'n to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the fpirits. I do befeech you That are of fuppler joints, follow them fwiftly; And hinder them from what this ecftafie May now provoke them to.
Adri. Follow, I pray you,
Enter Profpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
F-I have too aufterely punish'd you,
Your compenfation makes amends, for I Have giv'n you here a third of mine own life: 6
5 bafs my trefpafs.] The deep pipe told it me in a rough bafs found.
6 Thus all the Impreffions in general; but why is She only a Third of his own Life He had no wife living, nor any other Child, to rob her of a Share in his Affection: So that we may reckon her at least half of him
Or that for which I live; whom once again
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off;
Fer. I believe it, Against an oracle.
Pro. Then as my gift, and thine own acquifition
With full and holy Rite be minifter'd,
Fer. As I hope
For quiet days, fair iffue, and long life,
With fuch love as 'tis now; the murkieft den,
The moft opportune place, the frong'ft fuggeftion Our worfer Genius can, fhall never melt
Mine honour into luft; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I fhall think or Phabus' steeds are founder'd,