Ariel
Thou liest; thou canst not.
Caliban
What a pied ninny’s this! Thou scurvy patch!
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 are.
Stephano
Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I’ll turn my mercy out o’ doors and make a stock-fish of thee.
Trinculo
Why, what did I? I did nothing. I’ll go farther off.
Stephano
Didst thou not say he lied?
Ariel
Thou liest.
Stephano
Do I so? take thou that. As you like this, give me the lie another time.
Beats Trinculo.
Trinculo
I did not give 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!
Caliban
Ha, ha, ha!