Page 1123 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

O, touch me not; − I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

PROSPERO
You ’ld be King o’ the isle, sirrah?

STEPHANO
I should have been a sore one, then.

ALONSO
This is a strange thing as e’er I look’d on.
[Pointing to Caliban.]

PROSPERO
He is disproportion’d in his manners [290]

As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

CALIBAN
Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter,

And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass [295]
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!

PROSPERO
Go to; away!

ALONSO
Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

SEBASTIAN
Or stole it, rather.

PROSPERO
Sir, I invite your Highness and your train [300]

To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which, part of it, I’ll waste