STEPHANO So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you TRINCULO Thou wert but a lost monster.

CALIBAN Good my lord, give me thy favour still. Be patient, for the prize I’ll 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! 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 garmet 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 beard.