The tempest : a comedy . wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit If Ican recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take toomuch for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, andthat soundly. Caliban. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, Iknow it by thy trembling: now Prosper works uponthee. Stephano. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here isthat which will give language to you, cat: open yourmouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, andthat soundly: you cannot tell whos your friend: openyour chaps again. Trinculo. 1 should know that voice: it should be—but he is
The tempest : a comedy . wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit If Ican recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take toomuch for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, andthat soundly. Caliban. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, Iknow it by thy trembling: now Prosper works uponthee. Stephano. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here isthat which will give language to you, cat: open yourmouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, andthat soundly: you cannot tell whos your friend: openyour chaps again. Trinculo. 1 should know that voice: it should be—but he isdrowned; and these are devils :—O defend me ! Stephano. Four legs and two voices,—a most delicate monster!His forward voice, now, is to speak well of his friend; hisbackward voice is to utter foul speeches and to all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will helphis ague. Come:—Amen 1 I will pour some in thy othermouth. Trinculo. Stephano! Stephano. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy!D 49. ACT TWO THE TEMPEST scene two This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo,—be not afeard,—thy good friend If thou beest Trinculo, come forth : I 11 pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculos legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How earnest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?Trinculo. 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-calfs gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scaped 1Stephano. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not [Aside] These be fine things, an if they be notsprites. Thats a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to How didst tho
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