ARIEL
Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? PROSPERO
Spirit, We must prepare to meet with Caliban. ARIEL
Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd Lest I might anger
thee. PROSPERO
Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? ARIEL
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So fun of valour that they smote the air For breathing in
their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project. Then I
beat my tabour; At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanced their eyelids, 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 goss and thorns, Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them I' the filthy-
mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet. PROSPERO
This was well done, my bird. Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go bring it
hither, For stale to catch these thieves. ARIEL
I go, I go.
Exit PROSPERO
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, Even to
roaring.
Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c
Come, hang them on this line.
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.
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