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THE TEMPEST
Stephano.
Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
Caliban.
Within this half hour will he be asleep:
Wilt thou destroy him then?
Wilt thou destroy him then?
Stephano.
Wilt thou destroy him then? Ay, on mine honour.
Ariel.
This will I tel] my master.
Caliban.
Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure:
Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?
Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?
Stephano.
At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
Flout ’em and scout ’em
And scout ’em and flout ’em;
Thought is free.
And scout ’em and flout ’em;
Thought is free.
Caliban.
That ’s not the tune.
[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.
Stephano.
What is this same?
