STEPH. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster; I will leave him; I have no long spoon.
TRIN. Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and speak to me; for I am Trinculo--be not afeard--thy good friend Trinculo.
STEPH. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How camest thou here?
TRIN. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. 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. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
CAL. [_aside._] These be fine things, an if 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 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 then how thou escapedst.
TRIN. Swum ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
STEPH. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.
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?
STEPH. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.
CAL. I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee: My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
STEPH. Come, swear to that: kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.
TRIN. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i' the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
CAL. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island; And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
TRIN. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.