Thy shape invisible retain thou still:

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The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
For stale to catch these thieves.

Ari.

I go, I go. [Exit.
Pros. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture 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,
Even to roaring.

Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c.
Come hang them on this line.

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 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.

If I

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 softly.
All's hushed 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.

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Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.

Cal. Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here, 215 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 220 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 225 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.

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Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you 230 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.

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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.

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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 245 fingers, and away with the rest.

Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turned to barnacles, or to apes

With foreheads villanous low.

Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear 250 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

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With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make 260 Then pard or cat o' mountain.

[them

Ari.
Hark, they roar !
Pros. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lies 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.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE I. Before the cell of Prospero.
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.

Confined together

In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
In the lime-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 [zalo;" 15 Him that you termed, sir, "The good old lord, GonHis tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly

works 'em

That, if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pros.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

And mine shall. 20

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.

Pros.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply

Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the 25
Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury [quick,
Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pros. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes,

and groves;

And ye that on the sands with printless foot

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Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid—
Weak masters though ye be--I have bedimmed
The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs plucked up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure; and, when I have required
Some heavenly music-which even now I do,—
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.

[Solemn music.

Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks:

A solemn air, and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

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Now useless, boiled within thy skull! There stand, 60 For you are spell-stopped.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,