Steph. Didst thou not say he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.
Steph. Do I so? take thou that. [Beats Trinculo.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.
Trin. I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits and hearing too? A plague o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers.
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Steph. Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther off.
Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time
I'll beat him too.
Steph. Stand farther. Come, proceed.