1. SCENE I. Before the cell of PROSPERO.
I shall be pinch'd to death.
Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
He is drunk now: where had he wine?
And Trinculo is reeling-ripe: where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?
How cam'st thou in this pickle?
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.
Why, how now, Stephano!
O! touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah?
I should have been a sore one, then.
This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on.
[Pointing to CALIBAN]
He is as disproportioned in his manners
As in his shape.--Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions: as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!
Go to; away!
Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Or stole it, rather.
[Exeunt CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO.]