Trinculo.
Swum ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, Ill be sworn.
Stephano.
Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.
Trinculo.
O Stephano, hast any more of this?
Stephano.
The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the seaside where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague?
Caliban.
Hast thou not dropp’d from heaven?
Stephano.
Out o’ the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i’ the moon when time was.
Caliban.
I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee: My mistress show’d me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
Stephano.
Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.
Trinculo.
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!
