I’ th’ name of something holy, sir
Gonzalo, to Alonso
I’ th’ name of something holy, sir, why stand you
In this strange stare?
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.Apposition It did bass my trespass.
Therefor my son i’ th’ ooze is bedded, and
I’ll seek him deeper than e’er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded. He exits.
But one fiend at a time,
I’ll fight their legions o’er.
I’ll be thy second.
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.
Follow, I pray you.
They all exit.