THE TEMPEST
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Stephano.
Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.
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 darest,
But this thing dare not,—
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him,—for I know thou darest,
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.
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.
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
