{"id":"01KG8AZ4QDQX4ZA459Q7RYMY1G","cid":"bafkreiajtz623xv3sg36xphnlx6k5ttc23bmp7jvdwucyxje3ukavxxyvi","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiae477f7tyedm36zuhmhh7nxh6b4tsmbqyb3gtnx54x4jol2eqndu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0067.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806466695-s9eb8it6vnr","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0067.jpg","page_number":67,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":491591,"text":"ACT TWO THE TEMPEST scene two\nThis is a devil, and no monster : I will leave him ; I have\nno long spoon.\nTrinculo. Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and\nspeak to me; for I am Trinculo,— be not afeard,— thy good\nfriend Trinculo.\nStephano. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth : I '11 pull thee\nby the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are\nthey. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How earnest\nthou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent\nTrinculos?\nTrinculo. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But\nart thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope, now, thou art\nnot drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under\nthe dead moon-calfs gaberdine for fear of the storm. And\nart thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans\nscaped 1\nStephano. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not\nconstant.\nCaliban. [Aside] These be fine things, an if they be not\nsprites.\nThat's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:I will kneel to him.\nStephano. How didst thou scape? How camest thou hither?\nswear, by this bottle, how thou camest hither. I escaped\nupon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o'erboard,\nby this bottle ! which I made of the bark of a tree with\nmine own hands, since I was cast ashore.\nCaliban. I '11 swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject ;\nfor the liquor is not earthly.\nStephano. Here; swear, then, how thou escapedst\nTrinculo. Swum ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a\nduck, I'll be sworn.\nStephano. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like\na duck, thou art made like a goose.\nTripculo. O Stephano, hast any more of this?\nStephano. The whole butt, man : my cellar is in a rock by the\nsea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!\nhow does thine ague?\nCaliban. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ?\nStephano. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man\ni' the moon when time was.\n51","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:26.695Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1601},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG89K56V71HSK5HCYTVQK4G2","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KG89JREDR8WY5QQGYR5FZRDY","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ4A2E8TB2Y9T7Q3VVGYP","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ4D5TMJWR0H9ZJMVDQ7D","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:27.821Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:01:50.368Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}