Page 1087 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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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 [65]
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. [70]
TRINCULO
Why, what did I? I did nothing. I’ll go farther off.
STEPHANO
Didst thou not say he lied?
ARIEL
Thou liest.
STEPHANO
Do I so? take thou that. [Beats him]. As you like this, give me the lie another
time. [75]
TRINCULO
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!
CALIBAN
Ha, ha, ha! [80]
STEPHANO
Now, forward with your tale − Prithee, stand further off.
CALIBAN
