O'erstunk their feet.
Pro. This was well done, my bird. 184
Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
For stale to catch these thieves.
Ari. I go, I go. Exit.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, 189
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, 192
Even to roaring.
Enter Ariel, loaden with glistering apparel, &c.
Come, hang them on this line.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
[Prospero and Ariel remain invisible.]
Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. 195
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a
harmless fairy, has done little better than played
the Jack with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at
which my nose is in great indignation. 200
Ste. So is mine.—Do you hear, monster? If I
should take a displeasure against you, look you,—
Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still:
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to 205
Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly;
187 stale: decoy
193 line: lime-tree
198 Jack: knave
206 hoodwink: blind you to
