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THE TEMPEST
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Prospero.

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 power;
And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown’d,
And his and mine loved darling.

[Exit above.

Gonzalo.

I’ the name of something holy, sir, why stand you
In this strange stare?

Alonso.

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, pronounced
The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my son i’ the oose is bedded, and
Ill seek him deeper than e’er plummet sounded
And with him there lie mudded.

[Exit.

Sebastian.

And with him there lie mudded. But one fiend at a time,
I ’ll fight their legions o’er.

Antonio.

I ’ll fight their legions o’er. I ’ll be thy second.

[Exeunt Sebastian and Antonio.