PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible. Enter
CALIBAN, STEPHANO, 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. 
STEPHANO: 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. 
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' 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.
STEPHANO: Give me thy hand. I do begin to have 
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 I what do you mean 
To dote thus on such luggage? Let's 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 villanous 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.