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, &c. to eat, they depart.
20 Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens!—What [were] these?
Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phœnix’ throne; one phœnix
At this hour reigning there.