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 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 then how thou escapedst.
Trin. Swum ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Steph. Here, kiss the book. 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?