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 plaid the* ^note 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 wer't 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 husht 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'th' cell; no noise, and enter;
Do that good mischief, which may make this Island
Thine own for ever; and I, thy Caliban,
For ay thy foot-licker.

Ste.

Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Trin.
O King Stephano! O Peer! O worthy Stephano!^{6 note}

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;—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,* ^note
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† ^note 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 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.