Ste. My man-Monster hath drown'd his tongue in sacke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee, I swam ere I could recouer the shore, fiue and thirtie Leagues off and on, by this light thou shalt bee my Lieutenant Monster, or my Standard Trin. Your Lieutenant if you list, hee's no standard Ste. Weel not run Monsieur Monster Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yet say nothing neither Ste. Moone-calfe, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good Moone-calfe Cal. How does thy honour? Let me licke thy shooe: Ile not serue him, he is not valiant Trin. Thou liest most ignorant Monster, I am in case to iustle a Constable: why, thou debosh'd Fish thou, was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk so much Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but halfe a Fish, and halfe a Monster? Cal. Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my Lord? Trin. Lord, quoth he? that a Monster should be such a Naturall? Cal. Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee Ste. Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: If you proue a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore Monster's my subiect, and he shall not suffer indignity Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee? Ste. Marry will I: kneele, and repeate it, I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Enter Ariell inuisible. Cal. As I told thee before, I am subiect to a Tirant, A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me Of the Island Ariell. Thou lyest Cal. Thou lyest, thou iesting Monkey thou: I would my valiant Master would destroy thee. I do not lye Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth Trin. Why, I said nothing Ste. Mum then, and no more: proceed Cal. I say by Sorcery he got this Isle From me, he got it. If thy Greatnesse will Reuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'st) But this Thing dare not Ste. That's most certaine Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and Ile serue thee Ste. How now shall this be compast? Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee asleepe, Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head Ariell. Thou liest, thou canst not Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scuruy patch: I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes, And take his bottle from him: When that's gone, He shall drinke nought but brine, for Ile not shew him Where the quicke Freshes are Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by this hand, Ile turne my mercie out o' doores, and make a Stockfish of thee Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: Ile go farther off Ste. Didst thou not say he lyed? Ariell. Thou liest Ste. Do I so? Take thou that, As you like this, giue me the lye another time