Oh! I had forgot about the plan of that foul Caliban and his posse.
Well done spirits. Avoid; no more!
Worry not of me. Retire into my cell and there take a stroll or two. Let me calm my head
We wish your peace.
Come my servant Ariel!
We must prepare for Caliban. Tell me again where did you leave these scoundrels?
As I said before, they were red-hot with drinking that they would beat the ground for kissing their feet. So I lured them with my tabor.
What is thy pleasure?
Enticed by my tabor, they followed me through toothed briers, sharp furies, pricking goss and thorns which entered their frail shins. Finally, I left them in a filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell. There, dancing up to their chins, that lake stank worse than their feet .
Well done my bird. Now bring the fancy garments that I don't have use for and hang them on the line here as bait to catch them.
This devil. After all my nurtures on him, all lost. As with age his body grows uglier. I will plague them all. Even to roaring.