Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
Whose beads stood in their breasts? which now we find
Each putter-out of five for one will bring us 48
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. 52
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny—
That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in 't,—the never-surfeited sea 55
Hath caused 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;
[Seeing Alon., Seb., &c., draw their swords.]
And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows 60
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 waters, as diminish 64
One dowle 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,— 68
For that's my business to you,—that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,
48 putter-out . . . one: insured voyager
54 to: as
60 proper: own
65 dowle: softest feather
66 like: similarly
71 requit: requited
