| [Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand] | ||
| STEPHANO: | I shall no more to sea, to sea, | |
| Here shall I die ashore-- | ||
| This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's | ||
| [Drinks] funeral: well, here's my comfort... | ||
Davis brought in a fantastic wine bottle, created at home:
Take a close look at the writing etched on it:
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