Damn’d Prospero’s daughter.—Mistress, if it be
Thou’rt come to rule the isle I’ll serve thee well,
And Prospero be absent. Him I fear
As I do dread the awesome thunderstone.
Ferdinand. Lo! here come other of his company.
[Trinculo and Stephano approach.
Trinculo. Behold us, gentles, two as unhappy wights as ever ’scaped a hanging, or death by attorney.
Stephano. He speaks very true, as ’t were, now and then, and we two honest men from Naples be now in most wretched case—slaves to the man-monster, Caliban.
Thunder heard. Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo disperse by several ways and Ferdinand and Miranda retire to a cave near by.
Scene IV.
Another part of the same.