Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves. Alon., Seb. &c. [draw their swords].
60 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
65 One [dowle] that’s in my [plume]: my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,