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1

Tempest
[II, 2]

(stage directions)

1130

[Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand]

2

Tempest
[II, 2]

Stephano

1163

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 will go near to remove his
fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will
not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that
hath him, and that soundly.

3

Tempest
[II, 2]

Stephano

1178

Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!
His forward voice now is to speak well of his
friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches
and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will
recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I
will pour some in thy other mouth.

4

Tempest
[II, 2]

Stephano

1207

How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was
cast ashore.

5

Tempest
[II, 2]

Caliban

1213

I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
for the liquor is not earthly.

6

Tempest
[II, 2]

Trinculo

1237

By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

7

Tempest
[II, 2]

Stephano

1259

I prithee now, lead the way without any more
talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company
else being drowned, we will inherit here: here;
bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by
and by again.

8

Tempest
[III, 2]

Caliban

1456

What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him
Where the quick freshes are.

9

Tempest
[III, 2]

Trinculo

1472

I did not give the lie. Out o' your
wits and bearing too? A pox o' your bottle!
this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on
your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

10

Tempest
[IV, 1]

Stephano

1956

I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears
for my labour.