_Sebas._ [_Aside to ANTO._] I say, to-night: no more. [_Solemn and strange music._ _Alon._ What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! _Gonza._ Marvellous sweet music! _Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter, below, several strange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet: they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the KING, &c., to eat, they depart._ _Alon._ Give us kind keepers, Heavens!-- What were these? _Sebas._ A living drollery.[431-7] Now I will believe That there are unicorns; that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix throne;[431-8] one phoenix At this hour reigning there. _Anto._ I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 'tis true; travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em. _Gonza._ If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such islanders,-- For, certes,[431-9] these are people of the island,-- Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, Their manners are more gentle-kind than of Our human generation you shall find Many, nay, almost any. _Pros._ [_Aside._] Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present Are worse than devils. _Alon._ I cannot too much muse[432-10] Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing-- Although they want the use of tongue--a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. _Pros._ [_Aside._] Praise in departing.[432-11] _Fran._ They vanish'd strangely. _Sebas._ No matter, since They've left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.-- Will't please you taste of what is here? _Alon._ Not I. _Gonza._ Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts?[432-12] which now we find, Each putter-out of one for five[432-13] 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. _Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and by a quaint device, the banquet vanishes._