Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok; but art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitanes scap'd? Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomacke is not constant Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprights: that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will kneele to him Ste. How did'st thou scape? How cam'st thou hither? Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o'reboord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of a Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'shore Cal. I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true subiect, for the liquor is not earthly St. Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst Tri. Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim like a Ducke i'le be sworne Ste. Here, kisse the Booke. Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou art made like a Goose Tri. O Stephano, ha'st any more of this? Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke by th' sea-side, where my Wine is hid: How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague? Cal. Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen? Ste. Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was the Man ith' Moone, when time was Cal. I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee: My Mistris shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush Ste. Come, sweare to that: kisse the Booke: I will furnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare Tri. By this good light, this is a very shallow Monster: I afeard of him? a very weake Monster: The Man ith' Moone? A most poore creadulous Monster: Well drawne Monster, in good sooth Cal. Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch o'th Island: and I will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god Tri. By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken Monster, when's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle Cal. Ile kisse thy foot, Ile sweare my selfe thy Subiect Ste. Come on then: downe and sweare Tri. I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi-headed Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I could finde in my heart to beate him Ste. Come, kisse Tri. But that the poore Monster's in drinke: An abhominable Monster Cal. I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke thee Berries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough. A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue; I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou wondrous man Tri. A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder of a poore drunkard Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow; and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts; show thee a Iayes nest, and instruct thee how to snare the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustring Philbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young Scamels from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?