and inviting the KING, etc., to eat, they depart ALONSO What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!

GONZALO Marvellous sweet music! ALONSO Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? SEBASTIAN 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.

ANTONIO 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.

GONZALO 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.

PROSPERO

[Aside]

Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present Are worse than devils.

ALONSO 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.

PROSPERO

[Aside] Praise in departing. FRANCISCO They vanish’d strangely. SEBASTIAN No matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.

Will’t please you taste of what is here? ALONSO Not I.

GONZALO Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dewlapp’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.

ALONSO 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 ARIEL 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 valour men hang and drown Their proper selves.