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CALIBAN Why, as I told thee, ‘tis a custom with him I’ th’ afternoon to sleep; there thou mayst brain him, Having first seiz’d his books; or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember First to possess his books; for without them He’s but a sot, 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 utensils-for so he calls themWhich, when he has a house, he’ll deck withal. And that most deeply to consider is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a nonpareil. I never saw a woman But only Sycorax my dam and she; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax As great’st does least. STEPHANO Is it so brave a lass? CALIBAN Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood. STEPHANO 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? TRINCULO Excellent. STEPHANO Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee; but while thou liv’st, keep a good tongue in thy head. CALIBAN Within this half hour will he be asleep. Wilt thou destroy him then? STEPHANO Ay, on mine honour. ARIEL This will I tell my master. CALIBAN Thou mak’st me merry; I am full of pleasure. Let us be jocund; will you troll the catch You taught me but while-ere? STEPHANO At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings] Flout ‘em and scout ‘em, And scout ‘em and flout ‘em; Thought is free. CALIBAN That’s not the tune. [ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe] STEPHANO What is this same? TRINCULO This is the tune of our catch, play’d by the picture of Nobody. STEPHANO If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness; if thou beest a devil, take’t as thou list. TRINCULO O, forgive me my sins! STEPHANO He that dies pays all debts. I defy thee. Mercy upon us! CALIBAN Art thou afeard? STEPHANO No, monster, not I. CALIBAN Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. |