Will we take throughly.
Ant. [aside to Seb.] Let it be to-night:
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
As when they are fresh.
Seb. [aside to Ant.] I say, to-night: no more.
[Solemn and strange music.
Alon. What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!
Gon. Marvellous sweet music!
Enter Prospero above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, etc. to eat, they depart.