CALIBAN.
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 dar’st;
But this thing dare not,—
STEPHANO.
That’s most certain.
CALIBAN.
Thou shalt be lord of it and I’ll serve thee.
STEPHANO.
How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?
CALIBAN.
Yea, yea, my lord: I’ll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
ARIEL.
Thou liest. Thou canst not.
CALIBAN.
What a pied ninny’s this! Thou scurvy patch!
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that’s gone
He shall drink nought but brine; for I’ll not show him
Where the quick freshes are.
STEPHANO.
Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and by this hand, I’ll turn my mercy out o’ doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.
TRINCULO.
Why, what did I? I did nothing. I’ll go farther off.
STEPHANO.
Didst thou not say he lied?