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.

This is the mouth o' the cell.

See'st thou here, 215

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 220 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 225 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.

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Ste. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not 235 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.

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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 !

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

Ari.

With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make

them

Than pard or cat o' mountain.

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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.

ACT FIFTH

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 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.

Pros.

I did say so, 5

When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the King and 's followers?

Ari.
Confin'd together
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

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Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.

Pros.

Ari.

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And mine shall.
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 the
quick,

Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury

Do I take part. The rarer action is

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In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel. 30
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

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

Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him 35
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,