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bottle! this can sack and drinking do—A mur-

rain on your monster, and the devil take your

fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale.—Prithee

stand further off.

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time

I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stand farther.—Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him

I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st 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 them,—

Which, 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.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass?

Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant,

And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daugh-

ter and I will be king and queen,—save our

graces! and Trinculo and thyself shall be vice-

roys. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?

 102 wezand: windpipe

104 sot: fool

