Ste. That's most certaine
Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and Ile serue thee
Ste. How now shall this be compast? Canst thou bring me to the party?
Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee asleepe, Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head
Ariell. Thou liest, thou canst not
Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scuruy patch: I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes, And take his bottle from him: When that's gone, He shall drinke nought but brine, for Ile not shew him Where the quicke Freshes are
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by this hand, Ile turne my mercie out o' doores, and make a Stockfish of thee
Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: Ile go farther off
Ste. Didst thou not say he lyed? Ariell. Thou liest
Ste. Do I so? Take thou that, As you like this, giue me the lye another time
Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, and hearing too? A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo: A murren on your Monster, and the diuell take your fingers
Cal. Ha, ha, ha
Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand further off
Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time Ile beate him too
Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede
Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custome with him I'th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him, Hauing first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember First to possesse his Bookes; for without them Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not One Spirit to command: they all do hate him As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes, He ha's braue Vtensils (for so he calles them) Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall. And that most deeply to consider, is The beautie of his daughter: he himselfe Cals her a non-pareill: I neuer saw a woman But onely Sycorax my Dam, and she; But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax, As great'st do's least
Ste. Is it so braue a Lasse?
Cal. I Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth braue brood
Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queene, saue our Graces: and Trinculo and thy selfe shall be Viceroyes: Dost thou like the plot Trinculo?