160 To snare the nimble marmoset; I’ll bring thee
To clustering filberts, and sometimes I’ll get thee
Young [scamels] from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
[Ste.] I prithee now, lead the way, without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, 165 we will inherit here: [here; bear my bottle]: fellow Trinculo, we’ll fill him by and by again.
Cal. sings drunkenly.] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!
Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster!
Cal. No more dams I’ll make for fish;
170 Nor fetch in firing
At requiring;
Nor scrape [trencher], nor wash dish: