Steph. Pr’ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.[415-24]
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?