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And will not be uplifted. But remember, −
For that’s my business to you, − that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero: [70]
Expos’d unto the sea, which hath requit it,

Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens’d the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso, [75]

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 [80]
Upon your heads, − is nothing but heart-sorrow
And a cleat 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.

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 [85]
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; [90]

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.
[Exit.]

GONZALO

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

ALONSO