Page 1105 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Advanc’d 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, [180]

Which enter’d their frail shins: at last I left them
I’ th’ filthy-mantled pool beyon your cell,
There dancing up to th’ chins, that the foul lake
O’erstunk their feet.

PROSPERO

This was well done, my bird.
Thy shape invisible retain thou still: [185]
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
For stale to catch these thieves.

ARIEL
I go, I go.

Exit.

PROSPERO
A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; [190]

And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
Even to roaring.

[Re-]enter Ariel, loaded with glistering apparel, etc.

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. [195]