And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
Even to roaring.
Re-enter Ariel, loaden with glistering apparel, &c.
Come, hang [them on] this line.
[Prospero and Ariel remain, invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.]
Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
195 Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.