Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo all wet.
CALIBAN.
Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
STEPHANO.
Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
TRINCULO.
Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.
STEPHANO.
So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you,—
TRINCULO.
Thou wert but a lost monster.
CALIBAN.
Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
Be patient, for the prize I’ll bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.
All’s hush’d as midnight yet.
TRINCULO.
Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool!
STEPHANO.
There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
TRINCULO.
That’s more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.