The Tempest Scenes
Another part of the island.
(Alonso; Sebastian; Antonio; Gonzalo; Adrian; Francisco; Prospero; Shapes; Ariel)
Gonzalo is too weary to carry on walking, and Alonso is losing hope of finding Ferdinand. Antonio and Sebastian plan to kill them that night. Suddenly they hear music, and spirits bring in a marvelous banquet, dancing for them. Unaware that Prospero is looking on, invisible, the noblemen approach to eat, but as they reach the table thunder rolls and Ariel appears in the shape of a harpy. The feast vanishes and Ariel castigates them for deposing Prospero. He vanishes, and the spirits dance mockingly for the lords. The three guilty men are distracted, Antonio and Sebastian rushing out with drawn swords to fight whatever fiends they meet while Alonso, keenly feeling his guilt and now certain that Ferdinand is dead, goes to drown himself. Gonzalo sends the other men after the three to stop them from doing anything foolish. ( line)
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, etc.
By’r lakin, I can go no further, sir,
My old bones aches. Here’s a maze trod indeed
Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,
I needs must rest me.
Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach’d with weariness
To th’ 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.
Aside to SebastianANT.SEB.
I am right glad that he’s so out of hope.
Do not for one repulse forgo the purpose
That you resolv’d t’ effect.
Aside to AntonioSEB.ANT.
The next advantage
Will we take throughly.
Aside to SebastianANT.SEB.
Let it be tonight,
For now they are oppress’d with travail, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
As when they are fresh.
Aside to AntonioSEB.ANT.
I say tonight. No more.
Solemn and strange music; and Prospero on the top, invisible.
What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!
Marvellous sweet music!
Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations; and inviting the King, etc., to eat, they depart.
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.
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 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.
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.
Praise in departing.
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 men
Whose 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 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.
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 caus’d 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 valor men hang and drown
Their proper selves.
Alonso, Sebastian, etc. draw their swords.
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,
Expos’d unto the sea (which hath requit it)
Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed
The pow’rs, 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
Ling’ring 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’s 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 carrying out the table.
Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring.
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 pow’r;
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.
I’ th’ name of something holy, sir, why stand you
In this strange stare?
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 base 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.
But one fiend at a time,
I’ll fight their legions o’er.
I’ll be thy second.
Exeunt Sebastian and Antonio.
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.
Follow, I pray you.