Journeys Through Bookland Volume Viii Part 40
_Steph._ That's most certain.
_Cal._ Thou shalt be lord of it, and I will serve thee.
_Steph._ How now shall this be compa.s.s'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 surpa.s.seth Sycorax As great'st does least.
_Steph._ Is it so brave a la.s.s?
_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.
_Ari._ This will I tell my master.[428-19]
_Cal._ Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure: Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch[428-20]
You taught me but while-ere?[428-21]
_Steph._ At thy request, monster, I will do reason,[428-22] any reason.--Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
[_Sings._ _Flout 'em and scout 'em, and scout 'em and flout 'em; Thought is free._
_Cal._ That's not the tune.
[_ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe._
_Steph._ What is this same?[428-23]
_Trin._ This is the tune of our catch, play'd by the picture of n.o.body.[428-24]
_Steph._ If thou be'st a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou be'st a devil--take't as thou list.[429-25]
_Trin._ O, forgive me my sins!
_Steph._ He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee.--Mercy upon us!
_Cal._ Art thou afeard?
_Steph._ No, monster, not I.
_Cal._ Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometime[429-26] a thousand tw.a.n.gling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
_Steph._ This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
_Cal._ When Prospero is destroy'd.
_Steph._ That shall be by-and-by: I remember the story.
_Cal._ The sound is going away; let's follow it.
And after do our work.
_Steph._ Lead, monster; we'll follow.--I would I could see this taborer!
he lays it on.--Wilt come?
_Trin._ I'll follow, Stephano. [_Exeunt._
SCENE III.--_Another part of the Island._
_Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and Others._
_Gonza._ By'r lakin,[430-1] I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forth-rights[430-2] and meanders![430-3] by your patience, I needs must rest me.