Ste. Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody 220 thoughts. Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Ste- Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, Trin. Thy grace shall have it. Cal. Ste. 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, 231 From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches, Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under your 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. Cal. Monster, come, put some lime upon your I will have none on 't: we shall lose our time, 240 250 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. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and bounds, 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. Ari. Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints them 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 : [Exeunt. Enter Prospero in his magic robes, and Ariel. Pros. Now does my project gather to a head: Ari. Pros. My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time I did say so, Say, my spirit, When first I raised the tempest. 9 Ari. Him that you term'd, sir, "The good old lord, His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds. works 'em Your charm so strongly That if you now beheld them, your affections Dost thou think so, spirit? Pros. Ari. And mine shall. Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel: 30 And they shall be themselves. 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 40 Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd 50 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 Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, 61 |