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THE TEMPEST
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.
I’ the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O’erstunk their feet.
Prospero.
O’erstunk their feet. 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.
Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
For stale to catch these thieves.
Ariel.
O’erstunk their feet. I go, I go.
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, etc.
Even to roaring. Come, hang them on this line.
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, etc.
Even to roaring. 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.
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.
