Steph. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.
Cal. I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee: My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
Steph. Come, swear to that: kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.
Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i' the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;
And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when's 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,—