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- ACT THREF THE TEMPEST " SCENE TWO
Stepbano. That's most certain.
Caliban. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I 'II serve thee.
Stepbano. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou
bring me to the party?
Caliban. Yea, yea, my lord : I '11 yield him thee asleep.
Where thou mayst knock, a nail into his head.
Ariel. Thou liest ; thou canst not
Caliban. 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 naught but brine ; for I '11 not show him
Where the quick freshes are.
Stepbano. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the
monster one word further, and, by this hand, I '11 turn
my mercy out o' doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.
Trinculo. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther
off.
Stepbano. Didst thou not say he lied?
Ariel. Thou liest.
Stepbano. Do I so? take thou that [Beats bim.] As you
like this, give me the lie another time.
Trinculo. 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 !
Caliban. Ha, ha, ha!
Stepbano. Now, forward with your tale. — Prithee, stand farther
off.
Caliban. Beat him enough : after a little time,
I'll beat him too.
Stepbano. Stand farther. — Come, proceed.
Caliban. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
r th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
Having first seized 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, —
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