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The Tempest, IV. i  Ste. Be you quiet, monster.—Mistress line, is

not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the

line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair

and prove a bald jerkin.

Trin. Do, do: we steal by line and level,

an 't like your grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a gar-

ment for 't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I

am king of this country: 'Steal by line and

level,' is an excellent pass of pate; there's an-

other garment for 't.

Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon

your fingers, and away with the rest.

Cal. I will have none on 't: we shall lose our time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes

With foreheads villainous low.

Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear

this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll

turn you out of my kingdom. Go to; carry this.

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver!

Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!

Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints

With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews

With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them

 238 jerkin, etc.; cf. n.

246 pass of pate: sally of wit

248 lime: bird-lime

251 barnacles; cf. n.

