To be imprison’d in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
Of [those that lawless and incertain thought]
III. 1
125 [Imagine] howling:—’tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, [penury, and] imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
Isab. Alas, alas!