Stephano
Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trinculo
O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Caliban
Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Trinculo
O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. O king Stephano!
Stephano
Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I’ll have that gown.
Trinculo
Thy grace shall have it.
Caliban
The 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.
Stephano
Be 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.
Trinculo
Do, do: we steal by line and level, an’t like your grace.