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[Another part of the island]
Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO
Ste. Tell not me. When the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before; therefore bear up, and board 1 ’em. Servant-monster, drink to me. | |
| Trin. Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there’s but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brain’d like us, the state totters. | |
| Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I did thee. Thy eyes are almost set in thy head. | |
| Trin. Where should they be set else? He were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. | 4 |
| Ste. My man-monster hath drown’d his tongue in sack. For my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. 2 | |
| Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he’s no standard. | |
| Ste. We’ll not run, Monsieur Monster. | |
| Trin. Nor go neither; but you’ll lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither. | 8 |
| Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good mooncalf. | |
| Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. | |
| I’ll not serve him; he’s not valiant. | |
| Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster! I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou debosh’d 3 fish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster? | 12 |
| Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! Wilt thou let him, my lord? | |
| Trin. “Lord” quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural! | |
| Cal. Lo, lo, again! Bite him to death, I prithee. | |
| Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head. If you prove a mutineer,—the next tree! The poor monster’s my subject and he shall not suffer indignity. | 16 |
| Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas’d 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. | |
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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. | 20 |
| 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. | 24 |
| 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 dar’st, | |
| But this thing dare not,— | 28 |
| Ste. That’s most certain. | |
| Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it and I’ll serve thee. | |
| Ste. How now shall this be compass’d? Canst thou bring me to the party? | |
| Cal. Yea, yea, my lord. I’ll yield him thee asleep, | 32 |
| Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head. | |
| Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not. | |
| Cal. What a pied ninny’s 4 this! Thou scurvy patch! 5 | |
| I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows | 36 |
| 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 6 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 7 of thee. | 40 |
| Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I’ll go farther off. | |
| Ste. Didst thou not say he lied? | |
| Ari. Thou liest. | |
| Ste. Do I so? Take thou that. [Beats TRIN.] | 44 |
| As 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 8 on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! | |
| Cal. Ha, ha, ha! | |
| Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther off. | 48 |
| Cal. Beat him enough. After a little time | |
| I’ll beat him too. | |
| Ste. Stand farther. Come, proceed. | |
| Cal. Why, as I told thee, ’tis a custom with him, | 52 |
| I’ the afternoon to sleep. There thou mayst brain him, | |
| Having first seiz’d his books, or with a log | |
| Batter his skull, or paunch him 9 with a stake, | |
| Or cut his wezand 10 with thy knife. Remember | 56 |
| First to possess his books; for without them | |
| He’s but a sot, as I am, nor hath not | |
| One spirit to command. They all do hate him | |
| As rootedly as I. Burn but his books. | 60 |
| He has brave utensils,—for so he calls them,— | |
| Which, when he has a house, he’ll deck withal. | |
| And that most deeply to consider is | |
| The beauty of his daughter. He himself | 64 |
| Calls her a nonpareil. I never saw a woman | |
| But only Sycorax my dam and she; | |
| But she as far surpasseth Sycorax | |
| As greatest does least. | 68 |
| Ste. Is it so brave a lass? | |
| Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, | |
| And bring thee forth brave brood. | |
| 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? | 72 |
| Trin. Excellent. | |
| Ste. Give me thy hand. I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou liv’st, keep a good tongue in thy head. | |
| Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep. | |
| Wilt thou destroy him then? | 76 |
| Ste. Ay, on mine honour. | |
| Ari. This will I tell my master. | |
| Cal. Thou mak’st me merry; I am full of pleasure. | |
| Let us be jocund. Will you troll the catch 11 | 80 |
| You taught me but while-ere? | |
Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Sings.| | Flout ’em and scout ’em |
| And scout ’em and flout ’em; |
| Thought is free. |
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| Cal. That’s not the tune. ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. | |
| Ste. What is this same? | 84 |
| 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 be’st a devil, take ’t as thou list. | |
| Trin. O, forgive me my sins! | |
| Ste. He that dies pays all debts. I defy thee. Mercy upon us! | 88 |
| 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. | 92 |
| Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments | |
| Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices | |
| That, if I then had wak’d after long sleep, | |
| Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, | 96 |
| The clouds methought would open and show riches | |
| Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak’d, | |
| I cried to dream again. | |
| Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. | 100 |
| Cal. When Prospero is destroy’d. | |
| Ste. That shall be by and by. I remember the story. | |
| Trin. The sound is going away. Let’s follow it, and after do our work. | |
| Ste. Lead, monster; we’ll follow. I would I could see this taborer; he lays it on. | 104 |
| Trin. Wilt come? I’ll follow Stephano. Exeunt. | |
