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TRINCULO . Ay , but to lose our bottles in the pool ! STEPHANO . 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 . STEPHANO . I will fetch off my bottle , though I be o’er ears for my labour . CALIBAN . Prithee , my King , be quiet . Seest thou here , This is the mouth o ’ th ’ 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 . STEPHANO . 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 . TRINCULO . O , ho , monster ! we know what belongs to a frippery . O King Stephano ! STEPHANO . Put off that gown , Trinculo ; by this hand , I’ll have that gown . TRINCULO . Thy Grace shall have it . CALIBAN . The dropsy drown this fool ! What do you mean To dote thus on such luggage ? Let’t alone , And do the murder first . If he awake , From toe to crown he’ll fill our skins with pinches , Make us strange stuff . STEPHANO . 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 . TRINCULO . Do , do : we steal by line and level , an’t like your Grace . STEPHANO . 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 . TRINCULO . Monster , come , put some lime upon your fingers , and away with the rest . CALIBAN . I will have none on’t . We shall lose our time , And all be turn’d to barnacles , or to apes With foreheads villainous low . STEPHANO . 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 . TRINCULO . And this . STEPHANO . Ay , and this . A noise of hunters heard . Enter divers Spirits , in shape of dogs and hounds , and hunt them about ; Prospero and Ariel setting them on . PROSPERO . Hey , Mountain , hey ! ARIEL . Silver ! there it goes , Silver ! PROSPERO . Fury , Fury ! There , Tyrant , there ! hark , hark ! [ Caliban , Stephano and Trinculo 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 . ARIEL . Hark , they roar . PROSPERO . Let them be hunted soundly . At this hour Lies 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 . ] ACT V SCENE I . Before the cell of Prospero . Enter Prospero in his magic robes , and Ariel .
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