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Tooth'd briars, sharp furzes, * pricking goss, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail fhins : at last I left them
['the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'er-ftunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done, my bird :
Thy shape invisible retain thou still ;
The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither,
6 For stale to catch these thieves.
Ari, I go, I go.

[Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all

, all loft, quite loft;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,
Even to roaring: come, hang them on this line.

[Prospero remains invisible. Enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Enter

Caliban, 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 harınless fairy, has done little better than play'd the 7 Jack

with us.

“At length apon his feet he gets,
Hobgoblin fumes, Hobgoblin frets;
" And as again he forward sets,

" And through the bushes scrambles,
A fump doth hit him in his pace,
“ Down.comes

poor Hob upon his face,
" And lamentably tore his case

Among the briers and brambles.” JOHNSON. pricking gols,-) I know not how Shakespeare diftin. guished goss from furze ; for what he calls

furze, is called goss or forse in the midland counties. Steevens.

For fale to catch those thieves.) Stale is a word in fawling, and is used to mean a bait or decoy to catch birds. STEEVENŞ.

? He has play'd Jack with a lantern] Has led us about like an ignis fatuus, by which travellers are decoyed into the mire.

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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 loft monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour ftill :
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.
8 Trin. O king Stephano ! O peer! O worthy Ste-

phano? Look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

Trin. Oh, ho, monster ; 9 we know what belongs to a frippery :-0, king Stephano ! & Trin. O king Stephano ! O peer! O worthy Stephano !

Look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!] The humour of these lines confifts in their being an allusion to an old celebrated ballad, which begins thus : King Stephen was a worthy peer--and celebrates that king's parsimony with regard to his wardrobe. There are two stanzas of this ballad in Othello. WARBURTON.

The old ballad is printed at large in The Reliques of Ancient Poetry, vol. 1. Percy.

9 we know what belongs to a frippery :-) A frippery was a shop where old cloaths were sold.

Beaumont

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.

Cel. I will none on't: we shall lose our time,
And all be turn'd 4 to barnacles, or apes
With foreheads villainous low.

Ste.

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Beaumont and Fletcher use it in this sense, Wit without Money, A& 2.

“ As if I were a running frippery." So in Monfieur de Olive, a comedy, by Chapman, 1606. “ Part. “ ing yeiterday by the frippery, I spied two of them hanging s out at a stall with a gambrell thrust from shoulder to shoul. “ der.” Steevexs. · First edit. Let's alone. Johnson.

-under the line :] An allusion to what often happens to people who pass the line. The violent fevers, which they contract in that hot climate, make them lose their hair.

EDWARDS' MSS. - put fome lime, &c.] That is, birdlime. JOHNSON.

- to barnacles, or apes] Skinner fays barnacle is Anser Scoticus. The barnacle is a kind of shell-fish growing on the bottoms of ships, and which was anciently supposed, when

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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.
5 A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers spirits in fhape

of hounds, hunting them about ; Prospero and Ariel
setting them on. Caliban, Stephano, and Trincula
driven out roaring.
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey.
Ari. Silver ; there it goes, Siiver. .
Pro. Fury, Fury; there, Tyrant, there ; hark,

hark.
[To Ariel.] 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.

broken off, to become one of these geese. Hall, in his Virgedemiarum, lib. iv. sat. 2. seems to favour this fuppofition:

“ The Scottish barnacle, if I might choose,

“ That of a worme doth waxe a winged goose,” &c. So Marston, in his Malecontent, 1604.

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your Scotch barnacle, now a block, “ Instantly a worm, and presently a great goose." “ There are” (says Gerard, in his Herbal, edit. 1597. page 1391) “ in the north parts of Scotland certaine trees, whereoa “ do growe shell-fifhes, &c. &c. which, falling into the water, “ do become fowls, whom we call barnakles, in the north of England brant geese, and in Lancashire tree geeje," &c. For this extract from Gerard, I am indebted to Mr. Collins of Hampstead. STEEVENS.

s A noise of hunters heard.-) Shakespeare might have had in view “ Arthur's Chace, which many believe to be in France, “ and think that it is a kennel of black dogs followed by un“ known huntsmen with an exceeding great found of horns, as if it was a very hunting of some wild beast.” See A Treatise of Spectres translated from the French of Peter de Loier, and published in quarto, 1605. Dr. GRAY.

Ari. Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted foundly. At this hour Lie 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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Before the cell.
Enter Profpero in bis magick robes, and Ariel.

PROSPERO.
OW 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.

Pro. I did say so,
When first I rais’d the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and his followers ?

Ari. Confin'd 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 you release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted ;
And the remainder mourning over them,

-and time Goes upright with his carriage.-) Alluding to one carrying a burthen. This critical period of my life proceeds as I could wish. Time brings forward all the expected events, without faultering under his burthen. STEVENS.

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