Caliban
Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.
Stephano
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.
Caliban
I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
Stephano
Marry, will I: kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
Caliban
As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.