As if you were dismayed: be cheerful, sir: 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, Re-enter ARIEL, loaden 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 not Hear a footfall: 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 with us. 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 hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly, All 's hushed 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. 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, 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, 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 turned 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. 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! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver ! Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, are driven out. In the same fashion as you gave in charge; In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, And ye, that on the sands with printless foot By my so potent art: But this rough magie Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter Now useless, boiled within thy skull! There stand, Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, To him thou followest; I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly You brother mine, that entertained ambition, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them That yet looks on me, or would know me :-Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; [Exit ARIEL. I will discase me, and myself present, Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire, Upon this shore, where you were wrecked, was landed, To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this; Not a relation of a breakfast, nor I will requite you with as good a thing; At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers Fer. No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you wrangle, And I would call it fair play. should |