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The Tempest, III. iii

Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men

Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find

Each putter-out of five for one will bring us

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.

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

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 valour men hang and drown

Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows

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

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,—

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

