must prepare to meet with[444-40] Caliban.

_Ari._ Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
I thought t' have told thee of it; but I fear'd
Lest I might anger thee.

_Pros._ Well, say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?

_Ari._ I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing[444-41] in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;
At which, like unback'd[444-42] colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanced[444-43] their eyelids, lifted up their noses
As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them
I' the filthy-mantled[445-44] pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to th' chins, that[445-45] the foul lake
O'erstunk their feet.

_Pros._ This was well done, my bird.
Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
For stale[445-46] to catch these thieves.

_Ari._ I go, I go. [_Exit._

_Pros._ A devil, a born-devil,[445-47] on whose nature
Nurture can never stick;[445-48] on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all are lost, quite lost;
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers.[445-49] I will plague them all,
Even to roaring.--

_Re-enter ARIEL loaden with glistering apparel, &c._

Come, hang them on this line.[445-50]

_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.

_Steph._ Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has
done little better than play'd the Jack with us.[446-51]

_Trin._ Monster, I do smell all horse-stale; at which my nose is in
great indignation.

_Steph._ 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._ Nay, good my lord, give me thy favour still.
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance:[446-52] therefore speak softly;
All's hush'd as midnight yet.

_Trin._ Ay, but to lo