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Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-

stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano?

I hope now thou art not drowned. 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 Nea-

politans 'scaped!

Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about: my

stomach is not constant.

Cal. [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.

Ste. 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 overboard, by this

bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree with

mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear upon that bottle, to be thy

true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here: swear then, how thou escapedst.

Trin. Swam ashore, man, like a duck: I can

swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book. Though thou

canst swim like a duck, thou art made like

a goose.

Trin. O Stephano! hast any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man: my cellar is

in a rock by the seaside, where my wine is

hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine

ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

 130 sack: white Spanish wine

