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CALIBAN

205Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
This is the mouth o' th' cell. No noise, and enter.
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.

CALIBAN

Please, my king, be quiet. Look here, this is the entrance to his room. Be silent and go in. Do the deed that will make this island yours forever, and will make me, Caliban, your worshipful foot-licker.

STEPHANO

210Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

STEPHANO

Give me your hand. I’m starting to feel murderous urges.

TRINCULO

(seeing the apparel)
O King Stephano! O peer, O worthy Stephano, look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

TRINCULO

(seeing the clothes) Oh, King Stephano! Worthy Stephano, look at the fabulous wardrobe waiting for you here!

CALIBAN

Let it alone, thou fool. It is but trash.

CALIBAN

Leave it alone, you fool. It’s worthless.

TRINCULO

215Oh, ho, monster, we know what belongs to a frippery.—
(puts on a gown) O King Stephano!

TRINCULO

Oh, monster, we know secondhand clothes when we see them.—(he puts on one of the gowns) Oh, King Stephano!

STEPHANO

Put off that gown, Trinculo. By this hand, I’ll have that gown.

STEPHANO

Take off that gown, Trinculo. I swear that gown’s for me.

TRINCULO

Thy grace shall have it.

TRINCULO

You can have it then, your highness.

CALIBAN

220The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage? Let’s alone,
And do the murder first. If he awake,
From toe to crown he’ll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.

CALIBAN

To hell with this idiot! Why are you going crazy over these trashy clothes? Leave them alone, and do the murder first. If he wakes up before we kill him, he’ll never stop punishing us.

STEPHANO

225Be you quiet, monster.—Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line.—Now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.

STEPHANO

Shut up, monster.—Madame tree, is this jacket for me? Thank you kindly. The tree’s lost its jacket. (he takes a jacket hanging on the tree)—Now the jacket might lose its fur trim and become a bald jacket.

Stephano makes an elaborate (and untranslatable) pun about the shirt being like a sailor who goes to the tropics and gets a venereal disease.