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Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them
This was well done, my bird: Thy shape invisible retain thou still : The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale, to catch these thieves.
I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture2 can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,
Re-enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring:-Come, hang them on this line. Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo; all wet.
Cal. Pray, you, tread softly, that the blind mole
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack3 with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you,— Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak
(1) Bait. (2) Education. (3) Jack with a lantern.
All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here,
Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee! Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery 20 king Stephano!
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you
To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along,
Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, an't like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an
(1) Ever. (2) A shop for sale of old clothes.
excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. Trin. Monster, come, put some limel upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villanous low.
Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this. Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; Prospero and Ariel setting them on,
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver!
Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
[Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make
Than pard,2 or cat o' mountain.
Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly at this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies; Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.
SCENE I-Before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero in his magic Robes, and Ariel.
Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage.-How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.
Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his?
Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners In the lime-grove which weather-fends! your cell; They cannot budge, till you release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted; And the remainder mourning over them, Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord Gonzalo; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds:2 your charm so strongly works
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Dost thou think so, spirit?
And mine shall.
Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury
(1) Defends from bad weather. (2) Thatch.
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
I'll fetch them, sir.
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice
By my so potent art: But this rough magic
Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a frantic gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and