STEPHANO.
Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer, the next tree! The poor monster’s my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
CALIBAN.
I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas’d to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
STEPHANO.
Marry. will I. Kneel and repeat it. I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
Enter Ariel, invisible.
CALIBAN.
As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
ARIEL.
Thou liest.
CALIBAN.
Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou;
I would my valiant master would destroy thee;
I do not lie.
STEPHANO.
Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
TRINCULO.
Why, I said nothing.
STEPHANO.
Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.