Stephano.
My man-monster hath drown’d his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.
Trinculo.
Your lieutenant, if you list; he ’s no standard.
Stephano.
We ’ll not run, Monsieur Monster.
Trinculo.
Nor go neither; but you’ll lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither.
Stephano.
Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
Caliban.
How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. Ill not serve him; he’s not valiant.
Trinculo.
Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
Caliban.
Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
Trinculo.
“Lord” quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!
