I’ th’ name of something holy

Gonzalo, to Alonso
I’ th’ 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.

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.

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.
Sebastian
But one fiend at a time,
I’ll fight their legions o’er.
Antonio
I’ll be thy second.
 They exit.
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.
 They all exit.