STEPHANO Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown. Thy grace shall have it. TRINCULO CALIBAN The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone, And do the murder first: if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches, STEPHANO 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. TRINCULO Do, do we steal by line and level, an 't like your grace. STEPHANO 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 excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for 't. TRINCULO Monster, come, put some lime upon thy fingers, and away with the rest. CALIBAN I will have none on 't: we shall lose our time, With foreheads villanous low. STEPHANO where my Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, of dogs and hounds, hunting them about; PROSPERO and Fury, Fury there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO 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 them Than pard or cat o' mountain. ARIEL Hark, they roar ! PROSPERO Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou [Exeunt. |