TRINCULO.
O Stephano, hast any more of this?
STEPHANO.
The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by th’ seaside, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! How does thine ague?
CALIBAN.
Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
STEPHANO.
Out o’ the moon, I do assure thee: I was the Man in the Moon, when time was.
CALIBAN.
I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee. My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush.
STEPHANO.
Come, swear to that. Kiss the book. I will furnish it anon with new contents. Swear.
TRINCULO.
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!
CALIBAN.
I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ the island; and I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god.
TRINCULO.
By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster. When ’s god’s asleep, he’ll rob his bottle.
CALIBAN.
I’ll kiss thy foot. I’ll swear myself thy subject.