Steph. My man-monster hath drown’d his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.—Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.[424-3]
Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list: he’s no standard.[424-4]
Steph. We’ll not run, Monsieur Monster.
Trin. Nor go neither: but you’ll lie like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.
Steph. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou be’st a good moon-calf.
Cal. How does thy Honour? Let me lick thy shoe. I’ll not serve him, he is not valiant.
Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable.[424-5] Why, thou debosh’d[424-6] fish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
Cal. Boo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
Trin. Lord, quoth he. That a monster should be such a natural![425-7]
Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr’ythee.