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All's hush'd as midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the

pool,—

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. 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.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have

bloody thoughts.

Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy

Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for

thee!

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

Trin. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs

to a frippery.—O king Stephano!

Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this

hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean

To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along,

And do the murder first: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;

Make us strange stuff.

 223 king Stephano; cf. n.

228 frippery: place for the sale of old clothing

