53 You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, That hath to instrument this lower world
55 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. I have made you mad; And even with such-like valor, men hang and drown
[Alonso, Sebastian, and Antonio draw their swords]
You fools, I and my fellows
65 One dowl 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.
[Alonso, Sebastian, and Antonio are enchanted]
But remember— For that’s my business to you—that you three
70 From Milan did supplant good Prospero, Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him and his innocent child, for which foul deed, The powers—delaying, not forgetting—have Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures
75 Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft; and do pronounce by me Ling’ring perdition, worse than any death