![]() The only way to protect yourself from the anger of the gods-which here, on this deserted island, will otherwise fall on your heads-is for you to feel truly sorry in your heart for what you’ve done, and from now on to live good and moral lives. From you, Alonso, they’ve taken your son, and have commanded that I inflict upon you a slow ruin that follows you step-by-step, and is worse than a quick death. The gods-delaying their punishment, not forgetting it-have raised up the seas, the land, and every creature against you and any hope you may have had of peace. Now the ocean has paid you back for your evil actions. But remember- because reminding you of this is why I’m here-that in Milan the three of you overthrew Prospero, and abandoned him in the ocean with his innocent child. And even if you could hurt us, I’ve made your swords too heavy for you to lift. Your swords would be no more useful for injuring the whistling winds or stabbing the water-always closing up around the hole your sword makes in it-than they would be for cutting off even one of my feathers. ![]() You fools, my fellow harpies and I are the agents of Fate. I have driven you crazy, and men with the reckless courage given by insanity often hang or drown themselves. Destiny-which controls the earth and everything in it-caused the sea to throw you up onto this uninhabited island, because you are unfit to live among other people. 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 You and your ways whose wraths to guard you from- Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads-is nothing but hearts' sorrow And a clear life ensuing. For which foul deed The powers-delaying, not forgetting-have Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, Against your peace. 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 it, Him and his innocent child. If you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths And will not be uplifted. My fellow ministers Are like invulnerable. The elements Of whom your swords are tempered may as well Wound the loud winds or with bemocked-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters as diminish One dowl that’s in my plume. You fools, I and my fellows Are ministers of fate. ![]() And earthly power resembles Gods power when justice is mixed with mercy. But mercy is above the power of the scepter. I have made you mad, And even with suchlike valor men hang and drown Their proper selves. I thought the clouds spoke to me the winds sang to me and the thunder roared like the deep and terrible sound of an organall of them Singing in a deep note, the voice spoke of the bad things Ive done, and told me that, because of what I did, my son now sleeps on the ocean floor. A kings scepter is a symbol of his earthly power, a source of awe and majesty, which makes people respect and fear him. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, That hath to instrument this lower world And what is in ’t, the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up you- and on this island Where man doth not inhabit, you ’mongst men Being most unfit to live. ![]()
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