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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
Towards 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

their noses, As they smelt musick; 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 l' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, «There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake “O'er-stunk their feet."

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


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

Ari. I go,


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Enter Ariel loaden with glistering Apparel, 8c.”



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 harmless fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us.

Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.

219 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 mişchance : 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.

229 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 for my

labour. Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: See'st 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

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; we know what belongs to a frippery :-0, king Stephano!

Ste. Put off that gow'n, Trineulo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it,
Cal. The dropsy, drown this foo!! what do you

To doat thuş on sych luggage ? Let's along,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skin with pinches;
Make us strange stuff,

Ste. Be you quiet, monster.---Mistress line, is not thiş my jerkini 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 fort: 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. 269


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,

270 Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this.

A Noise of Hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits in shape

of Hounds, hunting them about ; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

sa Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver !" 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

Than pard, or cat o'mountain.
Ari. Hark, they roar.

280 Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies; Shortly shall all my labours 'end, and thou Giij


Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
Follow, and do me service.



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Before the Cell. Enter PROSPERO in his magick Robes,

and ARIEL.


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.

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 your release. The king,

brother, and yours, abide all three distracted ;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but, chiefly,
Him that


term'd The good old lord, Gonzalo, plis tears run down his beard, like winter drops



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