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Ste. Test a drop befordrink to me of this island of them;
SCENE II. — Another Part of the Island. Enter STEPHANO and TRINCULO; Caliban following with
a bottle. Ste. Tell not me; — when the butt is out, we 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 the 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.
Se. My man-monster hath drowned 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, 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 ?
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 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 pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made 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 this island.
Ari. Thou liest.
Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou !
Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, will I supplant some of your teeth.
Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Ste. Mum then, and no more. — [T. CALIBAN.] Proceed.
Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle :
Ste. That's most certain.
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 may'st knock a nail into his head.
dri. 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 of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.
Trin Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.
Strikes him.] 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. Pr’ythee stand further off.
Cal. Beat him enough : after a little time, I'll beat him too.
Stand further, — Come proceed.
Is it so brave a lass?
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?
Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee: but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep;
Ay, on mine honor.
Cal. Thou mak’st me merry: I am full of pleasure;
Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason : Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
[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 No-body.
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:- Mercy upon us !
Cal. Art thou afeard ?
Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
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.
Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt.
My old By'r lakin. 1 Cisco, and oth GONZALO,
SCENE III. - Another Part of the island. Enter Alonzo, 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 patience, I needs must rest me. Alon.
Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attached 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 drowned, Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go. Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
[Aside to SEBASTIAN.
The next advantage
Let it be to-night:
For, now they are oppressed with travel, they
I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, invisible.
Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet;
Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe
I'll believe both;
If in Naples
I cannot too much muse, Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse.
Praise in departing.
[Aside. Fran. They vanished strangely. Seb.
No matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon.
Not I. Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men,