TRINCULO.
Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo—be not afeared—thy good friend Trinculo.
STEPHANO.
If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. I’ll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo’s legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam’st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?
TRINCULO.
I took him to be kill’d with a thunderstroke. But art thou not drown’d, Stephano? I hope now thou are not drown’d. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf’s gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scap’d!
STEPHANO.
Prithee, do not turn me about. My stomach is not constant.
CALIBAN.
[Aside.] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
That’s a brave god, and bears celestial liquor.
I will kneel to him.
STEPHANO.
How didst thou scape? How cam’st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou cam’st 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.
CALIBAN.
I’ll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject, for the liquor is not earthly.
STEPHANO.
Here. Swear then how thou escapedst.
TRINCULO.
Swum ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I’ll be sworn.
STEPHANO.
Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.