[PROSPERO and ARIEL remain, invisible.] Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet
Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than play’d the Jack 23 with us. 200
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which my nose is in great indignation.
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. 204
Be patient, for the prize I’ll bring thee to
Shall hoodwink 24 this mischance; therefore speak softly.
All’s hush’d as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,— 208
Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That’s more to me than my wetting; yet this is your harmless fairy, monster!
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o’er ears for my labour.
Cal. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See’st thou here, 212
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.