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will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board '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 th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid 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.

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.

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.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

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

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster : I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward 30 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 ?

3. bear up (a nautical phrase), 18. standard, standard-bearer. to put the helm up and keep a Trinculo in the next speech vessel off her course.

quibbles on 'stander.' 10. set, closed. Trinculo misunderstands.

29. deboshed, debauched.

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Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my

lord ?

Trin. 'Lord' quoth he ! That monster should be such a natural !

Cal. Lo, lo, again ! bite him to death, I prithee.

Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your 40 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 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.

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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.

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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,

Ste. That's most certain.
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it and I 'll serve thee.

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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.

Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not.
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.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll 80 go farther off.

Ste. Didst thou not say he lied ?
Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so ? take thou that. [Beats Trin.]
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 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.
Ste.

Stand farther. Come, proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him, 75. quick freshes, springs of 79. make a stock-fish of thee,

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i.e. beat thee, like dried cod.

fresh water.

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l'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 bui 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.
And that most deeply to consider is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil : 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 ?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee ; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue 120 in thy head.

Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep:
Wilt thou destroy him then?
Ste.

Ay, on mine honour.
Ari. This will I tell my master.
Cal. Thou makest me merry; I am full of

pleasure :

99. wezand, windpipe. 101. sot, fool.

105. he'll deck withal. i.e deck the house with.

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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. [Sings.

Flout 'em and scout 'em
And scout 'em and flout 'em ;

Thought is free.
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 hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show

riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.

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127. while-ere, a short while known. In the print prefixed to ago.

the comedy of Nobody and Some136. the picture of Nobody. body, 1600, “Nobody' is a man Several such pictures' are with only head, arms, and legs

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