Ariel. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy Pro. Spirit, pleasure? We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Ariel. Ay, my commander: when I presented 'Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd,^ Lest I might anger thee. Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ariel. I told you, Sir, they were red-hot with drinking; T So full of valour, that they smote the air ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses, Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them 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. Ariel, I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature 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 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; which my nose is in great indignation. at 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: All's hush'd as midnight yet. 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. Pry'thee, my King, be quiet Seest thou This is the mouth of the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts. 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. 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 Make us strange stuff. Ste. Be you quiet, 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 går. ment for❜t: wit shall not go unrewarded, while am King of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another gar ment 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 or Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, I'll turn you out of my Kingdom: go to, carry this. Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this. 3 A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, Ariel. Silver! there is goes, 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; shorter up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them, Than pard, or cat o' mountain. Ariel. Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies : Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO in his magick 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? Ariel. 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? Ariel. Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; In the lime grove which weather- fends your cell; They cannot budge, till your release. The King, That if you now beheld them, your affections Pro. Do'st thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, Sir, were I human. |