_Trin._ O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.[447-54]--O King Stephano! _Steph._ 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 dote 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 pinches; Make us strange stuff. _Steph._ Be you quiet, monster.--Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line:[447-55] now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin. _Trin._ Do, do; we steal by line and level,[447-56] an't like your Grace. _Steph._ 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;[448-57] there's another garment for't. _Trin._ Monster, come, put some lime[448-58] upon your fingers, and away with the rest. [Illustration: STEPHANO AND TRINCULO QUARREL] _Cal._ I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles,[448-59] or to apes With foreheads villainous low. _Steph._ 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. _Steph._ 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._ _Pros._ Hey, Mountain, hey! _Ari._ Silver! there it goes, Silver! _Pros._ Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!-- [_CAL., STEPH. and TRIN. are driven out._ 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.[449-60] _Ari._ Hark, they roar! _Pros._ Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Lie 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._ ACT V SCENE I.--_Before the Cell of PROSPERO._ _Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. PROSPERO speaks:_ Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and Time Goes upright with his carriage.[450-1] How's the day? _Ari._ On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. _Pros._ I did say so, When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the King and's followers?