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THE TEMPEST
Caliban.
Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.
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 pleased 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.
I would my valiant master would destroy thee!
I do not lie.
Stephano.
Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in ’s tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
Trinculo.
Why, I said nothing.