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: If thou be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. [Ex, Fer. and Mira.
Pro. Come with a thought;-I thank you :Ariel, come.
Prospero comes foward from the cell; enter Ariel to him.
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure ?
Ari. Ay, my commander; whea I presented Ceres,
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets ? '
Ari. I told you, Şir, they were red hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kifang of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor, At which, like unbackt colts, they prick’t their ears, Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt musick; so I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through Tooth’d-briars, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns, Which enter'd their frail shins : at last I left them l'th' althy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake O'er-stuok their feet.
Pro. This was well done, my bird; Thy shape invisible retain thou still;
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
Ari. I go, Igo,
[Profpero remains invisible,
Enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Eatet
Caliban, Stephano, and Triacúlo, all wet. CAL. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot falt; we now are bear
this cell Ste. Monster, your Fairy, which you say is a harmless Fairy, has done tittle better than plaid the Jack with us.
Trin. Monster, I do Imell all horse-pits, at which my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine; do you hear montter? if I thould take a displeasure against you ; look you
Trin. Thou wer't but a loft monter.
CAL. Good, my lord, give me thy Fayout (till: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee.to, Shall hood-wink this milchance: therefore, (peak Toftly; All's husht ås midnight yet.
TRIN. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,
Ste. There is not only disgrace and dilhonour in that, monster, but an infinite lofs,
TRIN. That's more to me than my wetting: yet This is your harmless Fairy, monfter.
Sre. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my
ray thy foot-licker.
Ste. Give me thy band : I do þegio to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano ! O peer! O worthy Stephano ! Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Cat. Let it alone, thou fool, it is but trash.
Trix. Oh, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a Erippery: -0, king Stepbano!
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll
have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Çal. The dropfy drowo this fool! what do you mean, To doat thus on fuck luggage ? let's along, And do the murder first; if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our kips with pinches; Make us frange stuff.
STE. Be you quiet, monster. Mitress 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 jeft, here's a garment far't: wit shall pot go unrewarded, while I am king of this coisa
try: steal: by line and level, is an excellent pafs of patei there's aoother garment for’t ·
Trin. Monster, come, put fome lime upon your fingers, and
away with the rest.
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.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers fpirits in shape of hounds, hunting them aboút ; Profpero and Ariel Tetting
Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, driven out
Pro. Fury, Fury; there, Tyrant, there; hark, hark.[To Ariel.) Go, charge my goblins that they grind their
Ari. Hark, they roar.
PRO, Let them be hunted foundly. At this hour
Before the cell.
Enter Prospero in his magick robes, and Ariel.
O W does my project gather to an head;
My charms crack not; my spirits obey, and time Coes upright with his carriage ? how's the day?
Ari. On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord,
Pro. I did say so,
you term'd the good old lord Gonzalo,
Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?