Tell not me:—when the butt is out we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board ’em. Servant-monster, drink to me.

Servant-monster! The folly of this island! They say there’s but five upon this isle; we are three of them; if th’ other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Where should they be set else? He were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

My man-monster hath drown’d his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

Your lieutenant, if you list; he’s no standard.

We’ll not run, Monsieur monster.

Nor go neither. But you’ll lie like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. I’ll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I today? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?

“Lord” quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!

Lo, lo again! bite him to death, I prithee.

Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer, the next tree! The poor monster’s my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas’d to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Marry. will I. Kneel and repeat it. I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

Thou liest.

Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

Why, I said nothing.

Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.

That’s most certain.

Thou shalt be lord of it and I’ll serve thee.

How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Thou liest. Thou canst not.

Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and by this hand, I’ll turn my mercy out o’ doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.

Why, what did I? I did nothing. I’ll go farther off.

Didst thou not say he lied?

Thou liest.

Do I so? Take thou that.

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!

Ha, ha, ha!

Now, forward with your tale.—Prithee stand further off.

Stand farther.—Come, proceed.

Is it so brave a lass?

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?

Excellent.

Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but while thou liv’st, keep a good tongue in thy head.

Ay, on mine honour.

This will I tell my master.

At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

That’s not the tune.

What is this same?

This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.

If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take ’t as thou list.

O, forgive me my sins!

He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!

Art thou afeard?

No, monster, not I.

This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.

When Prospero is destroyed.

That shall be by and by: I remember the story.

The sound is going away. Let’s follow it, and after do our work.

Lead, monster: we’ll follow. I would I could see this taborer! he lays it on. Wilt come?

I’ll follow, Stephano.