Pro. This was well done, my bird: Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, Ari. I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Reenter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &e. Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Cali ban, Stephano, and Trinculo; all wet. Cal. Pray, you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harm less fairy, has done little better than played the Jack 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 softly, 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. • Bait. + Education. Jack with a lantern. 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, This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye thy foot-licker. 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 fripperyt:-O 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 mean, To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, And do the murder first; if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff. 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 excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. Trin. Monster, come, put some limet upon your fingers, and away with the rest. • Ever. Bird-lime. A shop for sale of old clothes. Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villainous low. Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out 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 them, Than pard, or cat o' mountain. Ari. 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 [Exeunt. • Leopard. ACT V. 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. When first I rais'd the tempest. Ari. I did say so, Say, my spirit, Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. And mine shall. Defends from bad weather. + Thatch. " Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, Ari. I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot [Solemn music. Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a frantic gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and |