William Shakespeare: The Tempest

ACT 4 1. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO'S cell (continued)

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 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.