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Very like; one of them [265]
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

PROSPERO
Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,
His mother was a witch: and one so strong

That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, [270]
And deal in her command, without her power.
These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil −

For he’s a bastard one − had plotted with them
To take my life. Two of these fellows you
Must know and own; this thing of darkness I [275]
Acknowledge mine.

CALIBAN
I shall be pinch’d to death.

ALONSO
Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

SEBASTIAN
He is drunk now: where had he wine?

ALONSO
And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded ’em? [280]
How cam’st thou in this pickle?

TRINCULO
I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never

out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

SEBASTIAN
Why, how now, Stephano! [285]

STEPHANO