Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Trin. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.[447-54]—O King Stephano!
Steph. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I’ll have that gown.
Trin. Thy Grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool!—what do you mean,
To dote thus on such luggage? Let’s along,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he’ll fill our skins with pinches;
Make us strange stuff.
Steph. Be you quiet, monster.—Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line:[447-55] now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do; we steal by line and level,[447-56] an’t like your Grace.
Steph. I thank thee for that jest; here’s a garment for’t: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country. Steal by line and level is an excellent pass of pate;[448-57] there’s another garment for’t.
Trin. Monster, come, put some lime[448-58] upon your fingers, and away with the rest.