Trinculo
Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there’s but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th’ other two be brained like us, the state totters.
Stephano
Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Trinculo
Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
Stephano
My man-monster hath drown’d his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.
Trinculo
Your lieutenant, if you list; he’s no standard.
Stephano
We’ll not run, Monsieur Monster.
Trinculo
Nor go neither; but you’ll lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither.