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Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking,
yet always bending
This was well done, my bird ;
I go, I go.
[E'.cit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost: And as with age his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,
Re-enter ARIEL loaden with glistering apparel, dc. Even to roaring. -Come, hang them on this line. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN,
STEPHANO, and TRINCULÓ, all wet. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a footfall: we now are near his cell.
Ste. 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 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:
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the poolSte. 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. Prythee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
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. O, 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
Ste. Be you quiet, monster. --Mistress 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, an't like
Ste. 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; there's another garment for’t.
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,
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.
of hounds, and hunt them about. PROSPERO and
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
[CAL., STE., and Trin, are driven out.
Hark, they roar.
SCENE I.-Before the Cell of PROSPERO.
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
I did say so,
Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves. Ari.
I'll fetch them, sir. [E.cit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, - I have be-dimm'd The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-based promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have required Some heavenly music, -- which even now I do,To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
[Solemn music Re-enter ARIEL: after him Alonso, with a frantic gesture,
attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there
stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat.