Page 1107 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.

STEPHANO
Give me thy hand. I do begin to have [220] bloody thoughts.

TRINCULO
O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy

Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

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

TRINCULO
O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to [225] a frippery. O King Stephano!

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 [230] To dote thus on such

luggage? Let’s alone, And do the murther 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 [235] 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. [240]

STEPHANO