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PROS. Come with a thought. I thank thee,
ARI. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
ARI. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd Lest I might anger thee.
PROS. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
ARI. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
For stale to catch these thieves.
I go, I go. [Exit,
PROS. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, etc.
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 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? 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 hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak All's hush'd as midnight yet. [softly. 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. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st 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 frippery. 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 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, 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 lime 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 dogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.
PROS, Hey, Mountain, hey!
ARI. Silver! there it goes, Silver !
PROS. 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 or cat o' mountain.
Hark, they roar!
PROS. 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
ACT THE FIFTH.
Before PROSPERO's cell.
Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. PROS. 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.
I did say so,
Say, my spirit,
ARI. In the same fashion as you gave in charge, Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir, In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge till your release. The king, His brother and yours, abide all three distracted And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Him that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord, Gonzalo ;'
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly