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Knowing I lov’d my books, he furnish’d me, From mine own library with volumes that 195 I prize above my dukedom.
“Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.”
You taught me language; and my profit on’t Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Curtsied when you have, and kiss’d The wild waves whist: Foot it featly here and there; 445 And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
TRINCULO 90 Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo,—be not afeared,—thy good friend Trinculo. STEPHANO If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I’ll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo’s legs, these are they. Thou 95 art very Trinculo indeed! How cam’st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?
Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as with age his body uglier grows, 210 So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, Even to roaring.
