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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 [245] 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 [250] 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,
hunting them about. Prospero and Ariel setting them on.

PROSPERO
Hey, Mountain, hey! [255]

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 [260]