Good, now I mush vanish, for they will soon approach
Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
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.
Praise in departing.
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 'em.
If in NaplesI 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.
Honest lord, thou hast said well; for some of you there present are worse than devils.
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.
They vanish'd strangely.
No matter, since they have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will't please you taste of what is here?
Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, who would believe that there were mountaineers dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em wallets of flesh? or that there were such menWhose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find each putter-out of five for one will bring us Good warrant of.
I will stand to and feed,Although my last: no matter, since I feelThe best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,Stand to and do as we.
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; and even with such-like valour men hang and drown their proper selves.
You fools! I and my fellows 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 dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers 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; exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, him and his innocent child: for which foul deed the powers, delaying, not forgetting, have incensed 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.