Caliban
O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
Sebastian
Ha, ha!
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy ’em?
Antonio
Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Prospero
Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,
His mother was a witch, and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command without her power.
These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil—
For he’s a bastard one—had plotted with them
To take my life. Two of these fellows you
Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.
Caliban
I shall be pinch’d to death.
Alonso
Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Sebastian
He is drunk now: where had he wine?