Alonso
And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded ’em?
How camest thou in this pickle?
Trinculo
I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Sebastian
Why, how now, Stephano!
Stephano
O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
Prospero
You’d be king o’ the isle, sirrah?
Stephano
I should have been a sore one then.
Alonso
This is a strange thing as e’er I look’d on.
Pointing to Caliban .
Prospero
He is as disproportion’d in his manners
As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Caliban
Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
And worship this dull fool!