Act III, scene iii

Quotes Act III, scene iii
He is drowned
Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. (III.iii.)
A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix’ throne, one phoenix
At this hour reigning there. (III.iii.)
You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate. The elements
Of whom your swords are tempered may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemocked-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowl that’s in my plume. My fellow ministers
Are like invulnerable. (III.iii.)