The tempest : a comedy . nothing. Ill go fartheroff. Stepbano. Didst thou not say he lied? Ariel. Thou liest. Stepbano. Do I so? take thou that [Beats bim.] As youlike this, give me the lie another time. Trinculo. I did not give the lie. Out o your wits, and hearingtoo ? A pox o your bottle! this can sack and drinkingdo. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take yourfingers! Caliban. Ha, ha, ha! Stepbano. Now, forward with your tale.—Prithee, stand fartheroff. Caliban. Beat him enough: after a little time,Ill beat him too. Stepbano. Stand farther.—Come, proceed. Caliban. Why, as I told the
The tempest : a comedy . nothing. Ill go fartheroff. Stepbano. Didst thou not say he lied? Ariel. Thou liest. Stepbano. Do I so? take thou that [Beats bim.] As youlike this, give me the lie another time. Trinculo. I did not give the lie. Out o your wits, and hearingtoo ? A pox o your bottle! this can sack and drinkingdo. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take yourfingers! Caliban. Ha, ha, ha! Stepbano. Now, forward with your tale.—Prithee, stand fartheroff. Caliban. Beat him enough: after a little time,Ill beat him too. Stepbano. Stand farther.—Come, proceed. Caliban. Why, as I told thee, tis a custom with him r th afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,Having first seized his books; or with a logBatter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,Or cut his wezand with thy knife. RememberFirst to possess his books; for without themHes but a sot, as I am, nor hath notOne spirit to command: they all do hate himAs rootedly as I. Burn but his has brave utensils,—for so he calls them,— 64. ACT THREE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO Which when he has a house, hell deck withal. And that most deeply to consider is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman, But only Sycorax my dam and she; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax As greatst does Is it so brave a lass? Caliban. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant. And bring thee forth brave 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 ?Trinculo. Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy Within this half-hour will he be asleep: Wilt thou destroy him ;Stephana. Ay, on mine honour. Ariel. This will I tell my Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure: Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch You taught me b
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