O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronouncd The name of Prospero; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i the ooze is bedded; and, Ill seek him deeper than eer plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.Alonso, scene iii