Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Stephano: if thou be'st Stephano, touch me, and speak to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo. If thou be'st Trinculo: come forth: I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeed: how cam'st thou to be the siege of this Mooncalf? Can he vent Trinculo's? I took him to be killed with a thunder-strok; but art thou not drowned Stephano: I hope now thou art not drowned: Is the Storm overblown? I hide me under the dead Moone-calfes' Gaberdine, for fear of the Storm: And art thou living Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans scaped? Prithee do not turn me about, my stomach is not constant. These be fine things, and if they be not spright's: that's a brave God, and bears Celestial liquor: I will kneel to him. How didst thou scape? How cam'st thou hither? Swear by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escaped upon a But of Sack, which the Sailors heaved o'reboard, by this Bottle which I made of the bark of a Tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a'shore. I'll swear upon that Bottle, to be thy true subject, for the liquor is not earthly. here: swear then how thou escap'dst. Swom ashore (man) like a Duck: I can swim like a Duck i'll be sworn. Here, kiss the Book. Though thou canst swim like a Duck, thou art made like a Goose. O Stephano, hast any more of this? The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rock by th' seaside, where my Wine is hid: How now Mooncalf, how does thine Ague? Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Out o' th' Moon I do assure thee. I was the Man i'th' Moon, when time was. I have seen thee in her: and I do adore thee: My Mistress showed me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush. Come, swear to that: kiss the Book: I will furnish it anon with new Contents: Swear. By this good light, this is a very shallow Monster: I afeard of him? a very weak Monster: The Man i'th' Moon? A most poor creadulous Monster: Well drawn Monster, in good sooth. I'll show thee every fertile inch o'th' Island: and I will kiss thy foot: I prithee be my god. By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken Monster, when's god's a sleep he'll rob his Bottle. I'll kiss thy foot. I'll swear myself thy Subject. Come on then: down and swear. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppi-headed Monster: a most scurvy Monster: I could find in my heart to beat him. Come, kiss. But that the poor Monster's in drink: An abominable Monster. I'll show thee the best Springs: I'll pluck thee Berries: I'll fish for thee; and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the Tyrant that I serve; I'll bear him no more Sticks, but follow thee, thou wondrous man.
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Stephano: if thou beeſt Stephano, touch me, and ſpeake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo. If thou bee'ſt Trinculo: come foorth: I'le pull thee by the leſſer legges: if any be Trinculo's legges, theſe are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how cam'ſt thou to be the ſiege of this Moone-calfe? Can he vent Trinculo's? I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-ſtrok; but art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitanes ſcap'd? 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my ſtomacke is not conſtant. Theſe be fine things, and if they be not ſpright's: that's a braue God, and beares Celeſtiall liquor: I will kneele to him. How did'ſt thou ſcape? How cam'ſt thou hither? Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'ſt hither: I eſcap'd vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o' reboord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of a Tree, with mine owne hands, ſince I was caſt a'ſhore. I'le ſweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true ſubiect, for the liquor is not earthly. Heere: ſweare then how thou eſcap'dſt. Swom aſhore (man) like a Ducke: I can ſwim like a Ducke i'le be ſworne. Here, kiſſe the Booke. Though thou canſt ſwim like a Ducke, thou art made like a Gooſe. O Stephano, ha'ſt any more of this? The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke by th' ſea-ſide, where my Wine is hid: How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague? Ha'ſt thou not dropt from heauen? Out o' th Moone I doe aſſure thee. I was the Man ith' Moone, when time was. I haue ſeene thee in her: and I doe adore thee: My Miſtris ſhew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Buſh. Come, ſweare to that: kiſſe the Booke: I will furniſh it anon with new Contents: Sweare. By this good light, this is a very ſhallow Monſter: I afeard of him? a very weake Monſter: The Man ith' Moone? A moſt poore creadulous Monſter: Well drawne Monſter, in good ſooth. Ile ſhew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Iſland: and I will kiſſe thy foote: I prethee be my god. By this light, a moſt perfidious, and drunken Monſter, when's god's a ſleepe he'll rob his Bottle. Ile kiſſe thy foot. Ile ſweare my ſelfe thy Subiect. Come on then: downe and ſweare. I ſhall laugh my ſelfe to death at this puppi-headed Monſter: a moſt ſcuruie Monſter: I could finde in my heart to beate him. Come, kiſſe. But that the poore Monſter's in drinke: An abhominable Monſter. I'le ſhew thee the beſt Springs: I'le plucke thee Berries: I'le fiſh for thee; and get thee wood enough. A plague vpon the Tyrant that I ſerue; I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou wondrous man.