Trinculo
I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him—
Stephano
Come, kiss.
Trinculo
But that the poor monster’s in drink: an abominable monster!
Caliban
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.