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THE TEMPEST
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.
Stephano.
Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trinculo.
O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Caliban.
Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Trinculo.
O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. O king Stephano!
Stephano.
Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I ’ll have that gown.
Trinculo.
Thy grace shall have it.
Caliban.
The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage? Let’s alone
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he ’ll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.
To dote thus on such luggage? Let’s alone
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he ’ll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.
Stephano.
Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.
