{"id":"01KG8AZ4V68316XBSS9NB7JXZY","cid":"bafkreihlungw6q75b7rg5nwhdanthagqbfwxxig2bccc7rjlpgdhi57n3e","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreidlgl5smyuugqght23b35ulsg3ft3e5x6ln43bev6g567bhmjlnpq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0080.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806466701-lpb6ib8y1hc","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0080.jpg","page_number":80,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":489244,"text":"ACT THREF THE TEMPEST \" SCENE TWO\nStepbano. That's most certain.\nCaliban. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I 'II serve thee.\nStepbano. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou\nbring me to the party?\nCaliban. Yea, yea, my lord : I '11 yield him thee asleep.\nWhere thou mayst knock, a nail into his head.\nAriel. Thou liest ; thou canst not\nCaliban. What a pied ninny 's this ! Thou scurvy patch !\nI do beseech thy greatness, give him blows.\nAnd take his bottle from him: when that's gone,\nHe shall drink naught but brine ; for I '11 not show him\nWhere the quick freshes are.\nStepbano. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the\nmonster one word further, and, by this hand, I '11 turn\nmy mercy out o' doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.\nTrinculo. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther\noff.\nStepbano. Didst thou not say he lied?\nAriel. Thou liest.\nStepbano. Do I so? take thou that [Beats bim.] As you\nlike this, give me the lie another time.\nTrinculo. I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits, and hearing\ntoo ? A pox o' your bottle ! this can sack and drinking\ndo. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your\nfingers !\nCaliban. Ha, ha, ha!\nStepbano. Now, forward with your tale. — Prithee, stand farther\noff.\nCaliban. Beat him enough : after a little time,\nI'll beat him too.\nStepbano. Stand farther. — Come, proceed.\nCaliban. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him\nr th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,\nHaving first seized his books ; or with a log\nBatter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,\nOr cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember\nFirst to possess his books ; for without them\nHe's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not\nOne spirit to command: they all do hate him\nAs rootedly as I. Burn but his books.\nHe has brave utensils,— for so he calls them, —\n64","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:26.701Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1642},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG89K56V71HSK5HCYTVQK4G2","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KG89JREDR8WY5QQGYR5FZRDY","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ4BE15B9TERRW8V0JR7Y","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ448H8YQXWA92FHXREW4","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:27.942Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:01:57.475Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}