very Trinculo indeed! How earnest thou to be
the siege[414-21] of this moon-calf?[414-22]

_Trin._ I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not
drown'd, Stephano? I hope, now, thou art not drown'd?[415-23] Is the
storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear
of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans
'scaped!

_Steph._ Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not
constant.[415-24]

_Cal._ [_Aside._] These be fine things, an if[415-25] they be not sprites.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

_Steph._ How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear, by this
bottle, how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack,[415-26]
which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle! which I made of the
bark of a tree with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

_Cal._ I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy
True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

_Steph._ Here; swear, man, how thou escapedst.

_Trin._ Swam ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be
sworn.

_Steph._ Here kiss the book. [_Gives him drink._] Though thou canst swim
like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

_Trin._ O Stephano, hast any more of this?

_Steph._ The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side,
where my wine is hid.--How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague?

_Cal._ Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

_Steph._ Out o' the Moon, I do assure thee: I was the Man-i'-the-moon
when time was.

_Cal._ I've seen thee in her, and I do adore thee:
My mistress show'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush.[416-27]

_Steph._ Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with
new contents: swear. [_Gives CALIBAN drink._

_Trin._ By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!--I afeared
of him!--a very weak monster!--_The Man-i'-the-moon!_--a most poor
credulous monster!--Well drawn,[416-28] monster, in good sooth.

_Cal._ I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island;
And I will kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god.

_Trin._ By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when his
god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

_Cal._ I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.

_Steph._ Come on then; down, and swear.

_Trin._ I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A
most scurvy monster! I could find in my