Steph. Trinculo, if you trouble him anymore in's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
Trin. Why, I said nothing.
Steph. Mum, then, and no more. 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 darest,
But this thing dare not,—
Steph. That's most certain.
Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.
Steph. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?