THE TEMPEST
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Trinculo.
I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Sebastian.
Why, how now, Stephano!
Stephano.
O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
Prospero.
You ’ld be king o’ the isle, sirrah?
Stephano.
I should have been a sore one then.
Alonso.
This is a strange thing as e’er I look’d on.
[Pointing to Caliban.
Prospero.
He is as disproportion’d in his manners
As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look:
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look:
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Caliban.
Ay, that I will; and Ill be wise hereafter
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
And worship this dull fool!
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
And worship this dull fool!
Prospero.
And worship this dull fool! Go to; away!
