_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 heart to beat him,-- _Steph._ Come, kiss. [_Gives CALIBAN drink._ _Trin._--but that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster! _Cal._ I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man. _Trin._ A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard! _Cal._ I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;[417-29] Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clustering filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young staniels[417-30] from the rock. Wilt thou go with me? _Steph._ I pr'ythee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company else being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by-and-by again.