Towards their project; then I beat my tabor,

At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,

As they smelt music; so I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking gorse, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them
I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
Up to the chins.

Thy shape invisible retain thou still :

The trumpery
in my
house, go, bring it hither,
For stale to catch these thieves.

ARI.

I go, I go. [Exit.

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, &c.

Even to roaring :-Come, hang them on this line.

PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO; all wet.

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, 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 hood-wink 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'y thee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth of 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.

K

STE. Give me thy hand: for 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!

that

STE. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have 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,

And do the murder first: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;

Make us strange stuff.

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, and 't like your

grace.

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,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes

With foreheads villanous low.

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.

STE. Ay, and this.

A noise of Hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

PRO. Hey, Mountain, hey!

ARI. Silver! there it goes, Silver!

PRO. Fury! Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!

[CAL. STE. and TRIN. are driven out.

Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints

With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews

With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them,
Than pard, or cat o' mountain.

ARI.

Hark, they 10ar.

PRO. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour

Lie at my mercy all mine enemies :

Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou

Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
Follow, and do me service.

[Exeunt.

OW does my project gather to a head:

My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?

ARI. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.