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one word further, and, by this hand, I ’ll turn my mercy out o’ doors and make a stock-fish of thee.

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 Trinculo.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.

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!

Stephano.

Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther off.

Caliban.

Beat him enough: after a little time
I ’ll beat him too.

Stephano.

Stand farther. Come, proceed.