y want the use of tongue--a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.

_Pros._ [_Aside._] Praise in departing.[432-11]

_Fran._ They vanish'd strangely.

_Sebas._ No matter, since
They've left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.--
Will't please you taste of what is here?

_Alon._ Not I.

_Gonza._ 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?[432-12] which now we find,
Each putter-out of one for five[432-13] will bring us
Good warrant of.

_Alon._ 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 by a quaint device, the banquet vanishes._

_Ari._ You are three men of sin, whom Destiny--
That hath to instrument[433-14] this lower world
And what is in't--the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up; yea, and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I've made you mad;
And even with such like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves.
[_Seeing ALON., SEBAS., &c., 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[433-15] waters, as diminish
One dowle[434-16] 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[434-17] 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