Shall hoodwink' this mischance: therefore speak

softly,

All 's hush'd as midnight yet.

TRIN. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,— STEPH. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.

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TRIN. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.

STEPH. 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' th' 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.

STEPH. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

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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!

STEPH. 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 [230

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 skin with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.

STEPH. 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.'

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TRIN. Do, do : we steal by line and level,2 an 't like your gracc. STEPH. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for 't: wit shall king of this country.

not go unrewarded while I am

Steal by line and level' is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for 't.

TRIN. Monster, come, put some lime1 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.

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STEPH. Monster, lay to your fingers: help to bear

1 A quibbling allusion to the loss of hair from fever (or other disease) in crossing the line or equator.ROLFE.

2 By line and level, i.e., by rule, methodically.

3 Pass of pate, thrust or sally of wit, the metaphor is from fencing.

4 Lime, bird-lime, to which everything will stick.

5 Barnacles, a kind of goose, supposed to be formed from the shell-fish so called. For the origin of this myth see Max Müller, Lectures on the Science of Language vol. ii, p. 583-603 (ed. 1880).

this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.

TRIN. And this.

STEPH. Ay, and this.

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds hunting them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

PROS. Hey, Mountain, hey!

ARI. Silver! there it goes, Silver !

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PROS. 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.

ARI.

Hark, they roar !

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PROS. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour

Lies2 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.

1 Pard, Leopard.

[Exeunt.

2 Lies, see note on i, 1, 19.

Act v.

SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell.

Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. PROS. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not1; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage.2 How's the day? ARI. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.3

I did say so,

PROS.
When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,

How fares the king and 's followers?

Confin'd together

ARI.
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,

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In the line-grove1 which weather-fends your cell; [10
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 works

'em,

That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

PROS.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

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 mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,

Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury

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.

1 Passion, verb, feel pain or sorrow; so Two Gentlemen of Verona iv., 4, 172-173:

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I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit.

"Madam, 'twas Ariadne passioning For Theseus' perjury and unjust flight."