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the next tree!
The poor 40
if you prove a mutineer, monster 's my subject and he shall not suffer indignity.
Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
Ste. Marry, will I: kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
Enter ARIEL, invisible
Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
Ari. Thou liest.
Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou: I would my valiant master would destroy thee! I do not lie.
Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in 's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Ste. Mum, then, and no more. Proceed. Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him, — for I know thou darest, But this thing dare not,
That's most certain.
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it and I 'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?
Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
Cal. What a pied ninny 's this! Thou scurvy patch!
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
And take his bottle from him: when that 's gone He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him
Where the quick freshes are.
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors and make a stock-fish of thee.
Ste. Didst thou not say he lied?
Ste. Do I so? take thou that.
Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll 80 go farther off.
[Beats Trin.] you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther off.
Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time I'll beat him too.
Stand farther. Come, proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 't is a custom with him, I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain
Having first seized his books, or with a log
He has brave utensils, for so he calls them, -
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
Is it so brave a lass?
Cal. Ay, lord.
Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen, save our graces! and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?
Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep : Wilt thou destroy him then?
Ste. Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy 120 head.
Ay, on mine honour. Ari. This will I tell my master.
Cal. Thou makest me merry; I am full of
Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?
Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
Flout 'em and scout 'em
Cal. That's not the tune.
[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.
Ste. What is this same?
Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.
Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness if thou beest a devil, take 't as thou list.
Trin. O, forgive me my sins!
Ste. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. 140 Mercy upon us!
Cal. Art thou afeard?
Ste. No, monster, not I.
Cal. Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
That shall be by and by: I remember the
Trin. The sound is going away; let 's follow it, and after do our work.
Ste. Lead, monster; we 'll follow. I would I 160 could see this taborer; he lays it on.
Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
Another part of the island
SCENE III Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others
Gon. By 'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed Through forth-rights and meanders! By your
I needs must rest me.
Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Even here I will put off my hope and keep it No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. Ant. [Aside to Seb.] I am right glad that he 's so out of hope.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolved to effect.
Seb. [Aside to Ant.] The next advantage Will we take throughly.
Ant. [Aside to Seb.] Let it be to-night; For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they