William Shakespeare

“ Stephano.
Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I ’ll have that gown.
Trinculo.
Thy grace shall have it.
Caliban.
The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage? Let’s alone
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he ’ll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.
Stephano.
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.
Trinculo.
Do, do: we steal by line and level, an’t like your grace
Stephano. ”

“ Till Hymen’s torch be lighted: but in vain
Mars’s hot minion is returned again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
And be a boy right out. ”

“ Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatch’d with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard ”

“ And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
Even to roaring.
Re-enter Ariel, loaden with glistering apparel, etc.
Even to roaring. ‍Come, hang them on this line.
Prospero and Ariel remain, invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Caliban.
Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
Stephano.
Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
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Enter certain Reapers, properly habited. ”