Ste. Mum then and no more—[To Cali-
ban.] 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,— 65
Ste. That's most certain.
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.
Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst
thou bring me to the party? 69
Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.
Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not. 72
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 76
Where the quick freshes are.
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: in-
terrupt the monster one word further, and, by
this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors and
make a stock-fish of thee. 81
Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll
go farther off.
Ste. Didst thou not say he lied? 84
Ari. Thou liest.
Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes Trin.]
As you like this, give me the lie another time.
Trin. I did not give thee the lie:—Out
o' your wits and hearing too?—A pox o' your
73 pied: motley
patch: fool
77 quick: gushing
freshes: springs
81 stock-fish: dried cod
