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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 For kissing of their feet: yet always bending Toward their project: Then I beat my tabor, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up As they smelt music; so I charm’d their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, Which enter'd their frail shins : at last I left them
’ the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet.
Pro. This was well done, my bird;
Re-enter Arjel louden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring :--Come, hang them on this line.
PROSPERO and Ariel remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN,
STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blind mole may
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
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I 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 hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak softly, All's hush'd 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.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
Cal. Pr’ythee, my king, be quiet : Seest 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 doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, 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, and'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 villainous 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.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape
of hounds, and hunt them about ; PROSPERO and Ariel setting them on.
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Silver ! Pro. 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
them, Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
Ari. Hark, they roar.
Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour
SCENE I.- Before the Cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero in his magic robes; and Ariel.
Pro. 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,
Pro. I did say so,
Ari. Confin'd together
them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?