Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking, So full of valour, that they smote the ayre For breathing in their faces: beate the ground For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor, At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares, Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their noses As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns, Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell, There dancing vp to th' chins, that the fowle Lake Ore-stunck their feet Pro. This was well done (my bird) Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still: The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither For stale to catch these theeues Ar. I go, I goe. Enter. Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whose nature Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost, And, as with age, his body ouglier growes, So his minde cankers: I will plague them all, Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line. Enter Ariell, loaden with glistering apparell, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet. Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole may not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell St. Monster, your Fairy, w you say is a harmles Fairy, Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-pisse, at which My nose is in great indignation Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should Take a displeasure against you: Looke you Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil, Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly, All's husht as midnight yet Trin. I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that Monster, but an infinite losse Tr. That's more to me then my wetting: Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, Though I be o're eares for my labour Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heere This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischeefe, which may make this Island Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban For aye thy foot-licker Ste. Giue me thy hand, I do begin to haue bloody thoughts Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano, Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash Tri. Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a frippery, O King Stephano Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile haue that gowne Tri. Thy grace shall haue it Cal. The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you meane To doate thus on such luggage? let's alone And doe the murther first: if he awake, From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches, Make vs strange stuffe