Syc. This is the drink of frogs.
Trinc. Nay, if the frogs of this island drink such, they are the merriest frogs in Christendom.
Calib. She does not know the virtue of this liquor: I pr'ythee, let me drink for her.
[Caliban drinks.
Trinc. Well said, Subject Monster!
Calib. My lord, this is mere water.
Trinc. 'Tis thou hast changed the wine then, and drunk it up, like a debauched fish as thou art. Let me see't, I'll taste it myself—Element! mere element, as I live! It was a cold gulp, such as this, which killed my famous predecessor, old Simon the king[F].
Calib. How does thy honour? pr'ythee, be not angry, and I will lick thy shoe.
Trinc. I could find in my heart to turn thee out of my dominions, for a liquorish monster.
Calib. O, my lord, I have found it out; this must be done by one of Prospero's spirits.