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- ACT THREE THE TEMPEST SCENE THREE
Young Ferdinand, — whom they suppose is drown'd, —
And his and mine loved darling. [Exit above.
Oonzalo. V the name of something holy, sir, why stand you
In this strange stare?
Alonso. 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' th' ooze is bedded ; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded.
And with him there lie mudded. [Exit.
Sebastian. But one fiend at a time,
I '11 fight their legions o'er.
Antonio. I'll be thy second.
[Exeunt Sebastian and Antonio.
Gonzalo. All three of them are desperate : their great guilt,
Like poison given to work a great time after.
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
May now provoke them to.
Adrian. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt.
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