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TRINCULO Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at STEPHANO So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take TRINCULO Thou wert but a lost monster. CALIBAN Good my lord, give me thy favour still. TRINCULO Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool, STEPHANO There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, TRINCULO That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your STEPHANO I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears CALIBAN Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here, STEPHANO Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts. TRINCULO O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look CALIBAN Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. TRINCULO O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. STEPHANO Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have |
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