_Steph._ Mum, then, and no more.-- [_To CAL._] Proceed. _Cal._ 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[425-10] dare not,-- _Steph._ That's most certain. _Cal._ Thou shalt be lord of it, and I will serve thee. _Steph._ How now shall this be compass'd? Canst thou bring me to the party? _Cal._ Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head. _Ari._ Thou liest; thou canst not. _Cal._ What a pied ninny's[426-11] this!--Thou scurvy patch![426-12]-- 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[426-13] are. _Steph._ Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish[426-14] of thee. _Trin._ Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go further off. _Steph._ Didst thou not say he lied? _Ari._ Thou liest. _Steph._ Do I so? take thou that. [_Strikes him._] As you like this, give me the lie another time. _Trin._ I did not give thee 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! _Cal._ Ha, ha, ha! _Steph._ Now, forward with your tale.--Pr'ythee stand further off.[427-15] _Cal._ Beat him enough: after a little time, I'll beat him too. _Steph._ Stand further.--Come, proceed. _Cal._ Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I' the afternoon to sleep; then thou mayst brain him, Having first seized his books; or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his weazand[427-16] with thy knife. Remember First to possess his books; for without them He's but a sot,[427-17] as I am, nor hath not One spirit to command: they all do hate him As rootedly as I. Burn but his books. He has brave[427-18] utensils,--for so he calls them,-- Which, when he has a house, he'll deck't withal: And that most deeply to consider is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a nonpareil: I ne'er saw woman, But only Sycorax my dam and she; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax As great'st does least. _Steph._ Is it so brave a lass? _Cal._ Ay, lord. _Steph._ Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen,--save our Graces!--and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys.--Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? _Trin._ Excellent. _Steph._ Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head. _Cal._ Within this half-hour will he be asleep: Wilt thou destroy him then? _Steph._ Ay, on mine honour.