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- ACT FOUR THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE
[Prospero and Ariel remain, Invisible.]
[Enter Caliban, Stephana, and Trinculo, all wet.]
Caliban. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall : we now are near his cell.
Steptiano. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless
fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
Trinculo. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss ; at which my nose
is in great indignation.
Stephana. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should
take a displeasure against you, look you, —
Trincula. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Caliban. Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
Be patient, for the prize I '11 bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance : therefore speak softly.
All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trinculo. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool, —
Stephana. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,
monster, but an infinite loss.
Trinculo. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is
your harmless fairy, monster.
Stephana. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for
my labour.
Caliban. Prithee, 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.
Stephana. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody
thoughts.
Trinculo. O King Stephano ! O peer ! O worthy Stephano !
look what a wardrobe here is for thee !
Caliban. Let it alone, thou fool ; it is but trash.
Trincula. O, ho, monster ! we know what belongs to a frippery.
O King Stephano !
Stephano. Put off that gown, Trinculo ; by this hand, I '11
have that gown.
Trincula. Thy grace shall have it.
Caliban. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone.
And do the murder first : if he awake,
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