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,—