Steph. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer,—the next tree.[425-8] 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 the suit I made thee?
Steph. 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 the island.
Ari. Thou liest.[425-9]
Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou:
I would my valiant master would destroy thee!
I do not lie.
Steph. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in’s tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Steph. Mum, then, and no more.—
[To Cal.] Proceed.