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The Tempest, III. ii

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. 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?

Ste. Ay, on mine honour.

Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. 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?

Ste. 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.'

Cal. That's not the tune.

Ste. What is this same?

Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by

the picture of Nobody.

Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy

likeness: if thou beest a devil, take 't as thou

list.

Trin. O, forgive me my sins!

Ste. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee.

—Mercy upon us!

Cal. Art thou afeard?

Ste. No, monster, not I.

 129 catch: part-song

130 while-ere: recently

131 reason: the reasonable thing

135 S. d. Tabor: a small drum

