SCENE II. Another part of the island
[Enter CALIBAN, with a bottle, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO.]
Tell not me: — when the butt is out we will drink
water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board
'em. — Servant-monster, drink to me.
Servant-monster! The folly of this island! They
say there's but five upon this isle; we are three of
them; if th' other two be brained like us, the state
Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy
eyes are almost set in thy head.
Where should they be set else? He were a brave
monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in
sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere
I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off
and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant,
monster, or my standard.
Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
We'll not run, Monsieur monster.
Nor go neither: but you'll lie like dogs, and
yet say nothing neither.STEPHANO.
Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest
a good moon-calf.
How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.
I'll not serve him: he is not valiant.
Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case
to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou,
was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack
as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but
half fish and half a monster?
Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
'Lord' quoth he! — That a monster should be such
Lo, lo again! bite him to death, I prithee.
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.
I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to
hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
Marry will I; kneel, and repeat it: I will stand,
and so shall Trinculo.
[Enter ARIEL, invisible]
As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant,
sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the
Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou;
I would my valiant master would destroy thee;
I do not lie.
Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale,
by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
Why, I said nothing.
Mum, then, and no more. — [To CALIBAN] Proceed.
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, —
That's most certain.
Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.
How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou
bring me to the party?
Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.
Thou liest: thou canst not.
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.
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.
Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.
Didst thou not say he lied?
Do I so? Take thou that. [Strikes TRINCULO.] As you
like this, give me the lie another time.
I did not give the lie: — out o' your wits and
hearing too? — A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and
drinking do. — A murrain on your monster, and the devil
take your fingers!
Ha, ha, ha!
Now, forward with your tale. — Prithee stand
Beat him enough: after a little time, I'll beat
Stand farther. — Come, proceed.
Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain him,
Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books;
He has brave utensils, — for so he calls them, —
Which, when he has a house, he'll 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 great'st does least.
Is it so brave a lass?
Ay, lord: she will become thy bed, I warrant,
And bring thee forth brave brood.
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,
Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but
while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.