You and your ways; whose[434-18] 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.

_He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again,
and dance with mocks and mowes, and carry out the table._

_Pros._ [_Aside._] 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.[435-19] 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,--who they suppose is drown'd,--
And his and my loved darling. [_Exit from above._

_Gonza._ I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you
In this strange stare?

_Alon._ O, it is monstrous, monstrous!
Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it;[435-20]
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.[435-21]
Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded;[435-22] and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.[435-23] [_Exit._

_Sebas._ But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.

_Anto._ I'll be thy second.

[_Exeunt SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO._

_Gonza._ All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,
Like poison given to work a long time after,[436-24]
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[436-25]
May now provoke them to.

_Adri._ Follow, I pray you. [_Exeunt._

ACT IV

SCENE I.--_Before PROSPERO'S Cell._

_Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, AND MIRANDA. PROSPERO speaks._

If I have too austerely punish'd you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have given you here a thread of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; who once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy l