But none of us car'd for Kate; 52
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, "Go hang!"
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!' 57
This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
Cal. Do not torment me: O!
Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here?
Do you put tricks upon us with savages and
men of Ind? ha? I have not 'scaped drowning, 62
to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath
been said, As proper a man as ever went on four
legs cannot make him give ground: and it shall
be said so again while Stephano breathes at
nostrils.
Cal. The spirit torments me: O! 68
Ste. This is some monster of the isle with
four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague.
Where the devil should he learn our language?
I will give him some relief, if it be but for that:
if I can recover him and keep him tame and
get to Naples with him, he's a present for any
emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather. 75
Cal. Do not torment me, prithee: I'll bring
my wood home faster.
Ste. 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, it will go near 80
to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and
keep him tame, I will not take too much for
73 recover: restore
75 neat's: ox's
