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The Tempest, IV. i

O'erstunk their feet.

Pro. 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.

Ari. I go, I go.

Pro. 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.

Come, hang them on this line.

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 played

the Jack with us.

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:

Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly;

 187 stale: decoy

193 line: lime-tree

198 Jack: knave

206 hoodwink: blind you to

