{"id":"01KG8AZX0NR4MXA23Z58G7XRJT","cid":"bafkreieueknrfzhk5mz4lbmyq7lt4te36kn4qrve5ht3tlrdxp6kwuqa5e","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreif3xzgankrqvulodaz5smhkjzyujroysr4jtugvc55w764sgqh62y","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0104.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806492461-zapnwcwq2y","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0104.jpg","page_number":104,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":476885,"text":"ACT FOUR THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE\n[Prospero and Ariel remain, Invisible.]\n[Enter Caliban, Stephana, and Trinculo, all wet.]\nCaliban. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not\nHear a foot fall : we now are near his cell.\nSteptiano. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless\nfairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.\nTrinculo. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss ; at which my nose\nis in great indignation.\nStephana. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should\ntake a displeasure against you, look you, —\nTrincula. Thou wert but a lost monster.\nCaliban. Good my lord, give me thy favour still.\nBe patient, for the prize I '11 bring thee to\nShall hoodwink this mischance : therefore speak softly.\nAll's hush'd as midnight yet.\nTrinculo. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool, —\nStephana. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,\nmonster, but an infinite loss.\nTrinculo. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is\nyour harmless fairy, monster.\nStephana. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for\nmy labour.\nCaliban. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here,\nThis is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.\nDo that good mischief which may make this island\nThine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,\nFor aye thy foot-licker.\nStephana. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody\nthoughts.\nTrinculo. O King Stephano ! O peer ! O worthy Stephano !\nlook what a wardrobe here is for thee !\nCaliban. Let it alone, thou fool ; it is but trash.\nTrincula. O, ho, monster ! we know what belongs to a frippery.\nO King Stephano !\nStephano. Put off that gown, Trinculo ; by this hand, I '11\nhave that gown.\nTrincula. Thy grace shall have it.\nCaliban. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean\nTo dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone.\nAnd do the murder first : if he awake,\n88","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:52.461Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1642},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG89K56V71HSK5HCYTVQK4G2","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KG89JREDR8WY5QQGYR5FZRDY","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AZXMBM857FFE7X8XW7980","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZX28SYGFFWSM7AB20NV8","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:52.693Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:02:31.670Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}