with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Prospero starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish. Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.-[To the Spirits.] Well done ;avoid ;-no more. Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some pas sion That works him strongly. Mir. If you be pleased, retire into my cell, And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. Fer. Mir. We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought I thank you : Ariel, come. Enter Ariel. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; What's thy pleasure? Pro. We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Spirit, Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd, Lest I might anger thee. Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Pro. This was well done, my bird: Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, I go, I go. Ari. And as, with age, his body uglier grows, [Exit. So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, 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 play'd 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 hoodwink this mischance: therefore, speak softly, All's hush'd 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' 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. 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, ho, 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 dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean, To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, Pro. We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Spirit, Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd, Lest I might anger thee. Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground 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, I go. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature [Exit. So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Spa Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harm less fairy, has done little better than play'd 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: Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore, speak softly, 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' 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. 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, ho, 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 dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean, To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, |