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40 But none of us car'd for Kate;

For she had a tongue with a tang,

Would cry to a sailor, "Go hang!"

She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,

Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch:

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!'

This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.

Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: O!

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here?

Do you put tricks upon us with savages and

men of Ind? ha? I have not 'scaped drowning,

to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath

been said, As proper a man as ever went on four

legs cannot make him give ground: and it shall

be said so again while Stephano breathes at

nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: O!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle with

four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague.

Where the devil should he learn our language?

I will give him some relief, if it be but for that:

if I can recover him and keep him tame and

get to Naples with him, he's a present for any

emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, prithee: I'll bring

my wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now and does not talk

after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if

he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near

to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and

keep him tame, I will not take too much for

 73 recover: restore

75 neat's: ox's

