Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, and hearing too? A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo: A murren on your Monster, and the diuell take your fingers Cal. Ha, ha, ha Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand further off Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time Ile beate him too Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custome with him I'th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him, Hauing first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember First to possesse his Bookes; for without them Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not One Spirit to command: they all do hate him As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes, He ha's braue Vtensils (for so he calles them) Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall. And that most deeply to consider, is The beautie of his daughter: he himselfe Cals her a non-pareill: I neuer saw a woman But onely Sycorax my Dam, and she; But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax, As great'st do's least Ste. Is it so braue a Lasse? Cal. I Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth braue brood Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be King and Queene, saue our Graces: and Trinculo and thy selfe shall be Viceroyes: Dost thou like the plot Trinculo? Trin. Excellent Ste. Giue me thy hand, I am sorry I beate thee: But while thou liu'st keepe a good tongue in thy head Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe, Wilt thou destroy him then? Ste. I on mine honour Ariell. This will I tell my Master Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure, Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the Catch You taught me but whileare? Ste. At thy request Monster, I will do reason, Any reason: Come on Trinculo, let vs sing. Sings. Flout 'em, and cout 'em: and skowt 'em, and flout 'em, Thought is free Cal. That's not the tune. Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe. Ste. What is this same? Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the picture of No-body Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thy selfe in thy likenes: If thou beest a diuell, take't as thou list Trin. O forgiue me my sinnes Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee; Mercy vpon vs Cal. Art thou affeard? Ste. No Monster, not I Cal. Be not affeard, the Isle is full of noyses, Sounds, and sweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not: Sometimes a thousand twangling Instruments Will hum about mine eares; and sometime voices, That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe, Will make me sleepe againe, and then in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and shew riches Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd I cri'de to dreame againe Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me, Where I shall haue my Musicke for nothing Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the storie