Steph. 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?
Trin. Excellent.
Steph. 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:
Wilt thou destroy him then?
Steph. Ay, on mine honour.
Ari. This will I tell my master.[428-19]
Cal. Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure:
Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch[428-20]
You taught me but while-ere?[428-21]
Steph. At thy request, monster, I will do reason,[428-22] any reason.—Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
[Sings.
Flout ’em and scout ’em, and scout ’em and flout ’em;
Thought is free.