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STEPHANO

Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy,mercy! This is a devil, and no monster:
I will leave him; I have no long spoon. [100]

TRINCULO
Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am
Trinculo, − be not afeard, − thy good friend Trinculo.

STEPHANO

If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I’ll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any he
Trinculo’s legs, these [105] are they. Thou are very Trinculo indeed! How
cam’st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?

TRINCULO
I took him to be kill’d with a thunderstroke. But art thou not drown’d,
Stephano? I hope, [110] now, thou art not drown'd. Is the storm over-blown?

I hid me under the dead moon-calf’s gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art
thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scap’d!

STEPHANO
Prithee, do not turn me about; my [115] stomach is not constant.

CALIBAN
[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.

STEPHANO
How didst thou scape? How cam’st thou [120] hither? swear, by this bottle,
how thou cam’st hither. I escap’d 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. [125]

CALIBAN

I’ll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not
earthly.