"You fools, I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate...
...For that's my business to you that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero,
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent child. For which foul deed
The powersdelaying, not forgettinghave
Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace.Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft, and do pronounce by me
Lingering perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from
Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your headsis nothing but hearts' sorrow
And a clear life ensuing."

"Harpy"; Act III, scene III