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- 1^ TRINCULQ^
SCENE TWO
Another part of the island.
[Enter Caliban with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder beard.]
Caliban. All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease ! his spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch.
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire.
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em : but
For every trifle are they set upon me ;
Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me,
And after bite me ; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my footfall ; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.
[Enter Trinculo.]
Lo, now, lo!
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
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