Chorus of FURIES, while others surround ALONZO and his Followers. In hell, in hell, in flames they shall reign, ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. The Cell of PROSPERO. PROSPERO discovered reading.-He rises suddenly. Pro. I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come. What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel! Enter ARIEL. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure? Pro. Spirit, We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Ari. Ay, my commander. Pro. Where didst thou leave these varlets ? Ari. They were red hot with drinking, mighty sir; So full of valour, that they smote the air, For breathing in their faces; beat the ground, For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project: so I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through F Tooth'd briars, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, Which enter'd their frail skins :- at last, I left them Pro. Thy shape invisible retain thou still. Ari. Presently? Pro. Ay, with a twink. O, this Caliban !— [Exit ARIEL. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature So his mind cankers.-I will plague them all, Enter ARIEL and other SPIRITS, with Garments. Come, hang them on this line. [Exeunt PROSPERO, ARIEL, and the other SPIRITS. Enter CALIBAN, TRINCULO, and STEPHANO, all wet. Cal, 'Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are at his cell. Step. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the jack with us. Trin. Monster, I do smell all horsepond; at which my nose is in great indignation. If I Step. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? 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 hoodwink this mischance: therefore, speak Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottle in the poolStep. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. is Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this your harmless fairy, monster. Step. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour. [Going. Cal. 'Prythee, my king, be quiet:-see'st thou here, This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye thy foot licker. Step. 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. O, ho, monster, we know what belongs to a frippery;-O, King Stephano! Step. 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 it alone, From crown to toe he'll fill our skins with pinches; Step. Be you quiet, monster. 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 to apes, With foreheads villanous low. Step. 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. Step. Ay, and this. [Horns, and a Noise of Hunters heard. Enter divers SPIRITS, in monstrous Shapes of Hounds, with PROSPERO, ARIEL, and Two other SPIRITS, setting them on STEPHANO, TRINCULO, and CALI BAN. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver! Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant! there! hark, hark! [CALIBAN, STEPIIANO, and TRINCULO, roaring are driven away. Go, charge my goblins, that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews them, Than pard, or cat-o'-mountain. [Exeunt the Two SPIRITS.-CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO roar without. Ari. Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly.-For a little, Follow, and do me service. [Exeunt. Fer. Come, sir, your cave affords no choice of place; But the ground's firm and even: are you ready? Fer. You remember On what conditions we must fight:—who first Hip. Come, come, This loses time: now for the women, sir. [They fight-FERDINAND touches him. Fer. Sir, you are wounded. Hip. No. Fer. Believe your blood. Hip, I feel no hurt; no matter for my blood. Fer. Nay, but remember our conditions, sir. Hip. I will not leave, till my sword hits you too. [HIPPOLYTO presses on- FERDINAND retires, and wards. |