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 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 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!
Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

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

Trin.
Oh, oh, 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 dropsie drown this fool; what do you mean
To doat thus on such luggage? let's alone,
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.

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.

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers spirits in shape of hounds, hunting 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;
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.

Ari.
Hark, they roar.

Pro.
Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lye 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. [Exeunt.

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