Ste.

Tell not me; when the but is out, we will drink water; not a drop, before: therefore bear up, and board 'em:—Servant monster, drink to me.

Tri.

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 bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head. ^note

Tri.

Where should they be set else? he were a brave

monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

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,14Q0018 monster, or my standard.

Tri.

Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.

Ste.

We'll not run, monsieur monster.

Tri.

Nor go neither: but you'll lye, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.

Ste.

Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou be'st a good moon-calf.

Cal.

How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe: I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Tri.

Thou ly'st, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou debosh'd fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell me a monstrous lye, being but half a fish, and half a monster?

Cal.

Lo, how he mocks me; Wilt thou let him, my lord?

Tri.

Lord, quoth he? that a monster should be such a natural!

Cal.

Lo, lo, again: bite him to death, I pr'ythee.

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.

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.

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 ly'st.

Cal.
Thou ly'st, thou jesting monkey thou;
I would, my valiant master would destroy thee:
I do not lye.

Ste.

Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

Tri.

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 dar'st;
But this † thing dare not,—

Ste.

That's most certain.

Cal.
thou ^note shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

Ste.

How now shall this be compass'd? Can'st thou bring me to the party?

Cal.
Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.

Ari.
Thou ly'st, thou can'st not.

Cal.
What a py'd 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 shew 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.

Tri.

Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go no farther ^note off.

Ste.

Did'st thou not say, he ly'd?

Ari.

Thou ly'st.

Ste.

Do I so? take thou that: [striking him.] As you like this, give me the lye another time.

Tri.

I did not give the ^note lye: 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.—Pr'ythee, stand further off.

Cal.
Beat him enough: after a little time,
I'll beat him too.

Ste.
Stand further.—Come, proceed.

Cal.
Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain him,
Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife: Remember,
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.
He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them)
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal. ^note
And that most deeply to consider, is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her, a non-pareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
As great'st does least.

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?

Tri.

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?

Ste.
Ay, on mine honour.

&clquo;Ari.
&clquo;This will I tell my master.&crquo;

Cal.
Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure;
Let us be jocund: Will you troul the catch
You taught me but while-ere?

Ste.

At thy request, monster, I will do reason, ^note any reason:—Come on, Trinculo; let us sing.