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Show ^ ThTTe^peft : Or, ' SftTiu5»no» ^n t o f o> -Muftach0- r. Duke Trincalo, w c have confider'd. Trine. Peace, or W a r ? ""fi. S e C a t a B p n v a t e P e r f o n , and promife to live peaeeably under yX£VYon:,haf. enioy the buncfrts of Peace ancj***™" °f "' °™^ der, or rather Haddock in Kflder, ^^{si'^^k^dro^d In Ills Trine. Subiea ***<•" here's to thee ; and let old quarrels be drown d m W B '"$• Great Magiftrate, here's thy Sifter's health to thee. [Drinks to Caliban. Syc. H e fhall not drink of that Immortal Liquor, M v ford, let him drink Water. 7V#W. O fweet heart, you muft not flume your felf to day. Gentlemen Subiefts, pray bear with her good Hufwilry : She wants a little breeding, but fhe's hearty. mniiarre! */»/. r « ^ » here's to thee. Is it not better to pierce the Butt, than to quarrel and pierce one anothers Bellies ? Trine. Now Wdlfcy greatnefs afide, and fhake my heels, if I had but Mufick Calib. O m \ Lord! m y Mother left us in her Will a hundred Spirits to attend us, Devils of all forts, fome great roaring Devils, and fome little finging Spnghts. Sic. Shall w e call? and thou fhalt hear them in the Air. Trine. I accept the motionlet us have our Mother-in-Law'sLegacy immediately. Calib. ftngs. We want Mufick, we want Mirth, Dp Dam and cleave the Earth, We have now no Lords that wrong us, Send thy merry Spnghts among us. [Mufick beard. Trine What a merry Tyrant ami, to have m y Mufick and pay nothing for't? Come, hands, hands, I .ct's lofe no time while the Devil's in the Humour, \A Dance. Trine. Enough, enough: now to our Sack agen. Vent. The Bottle's drunk. Mull. Then the Bottle's a weak fhallow Fellow if it be drunk firft. Trine. Caliban, give Bottle the Belly full agen. Steph. M a y I ask your Grace a queftion ? pray is that Hectoring Spark, as you call'd him, Flefh or Fifh ? Trine. Subieft I know not, but he drinks like a Fifh. [Enter Caliban. Steph. O here's the Bottle agen ; he has made a good Voyage, Come, who begins a Brindis to the Duke ? Trine. I'll begin it m y felf: give m e the Bottle ; 'tis my Prerogative to drink firft; Stephano, give m e thy hand, Thou haft been a Rebel, but here's to thee, [Drinks. Prithee why fhould we quarrel ? fhall I fwear T w o Oaths ? by Bottle, and by Butt I love thee : In witnefs whereof I drink foundly. Steph. Your Grace fhall find there's no love loft, For I will pledge you foundly. Trine. Thou haft been a falfe Rebel, but that's all one ; Pledge my Grace faithfully. Steph. I will pledge your Grace U p fe Dutch. Trine. But thou fhalt not pledge me before I have drunk agen, would'ft thou take the Liquor of Life out of m y hands ; I fee thou art a piece of a Rebel ftill, but here's to thee, now thou fhalt have it. [Stephano drinks. Vent. W e loyal Subjects may be choak'd for any drink w e can get. Trine. Have Patience good People, you are unreafonable, you'd be drunk as foon as I. Ventofo you fhall have your time, but you muft give place to Stephano. Muft. Brother Ventofo, I am afraid w e fhall loofe our Places. The Duke grows fond of Stephano, and will declare him Vice-Roy. Steph. T ha' done m y worft at your Grace's Bottle. Trine. Then the Folks mav have it. Caliban i to thc Butt, and tell me how it found' Peer Stephano, doft thou love n St tphi The Enchanted Ifland. 263 Steph. I Love your Grace and all your Princely Family. Trine. 'Tis no matter if thou Lov'ft m e ; hang m y Family Thou art m y Friend, prithee tell m e what Thou think'ft of m y Princefs. Steph. I look on her as a very Noble Princefs. Trine. Noble! Indeed fhe liad a Witch to her Mother, and the Wiches are of t Families in Lapland, bur»the Devil was her Father, and I have heard ofthe Monfieur de Viles in France; but look on her Beauty, is fhe a fit Wife for D u k e Trincalo'? Mark her Behaviour too, file's Tippling yonder with the Serving-Men. Steph. A n pleafe your Grace fhe's fomewhat Homely, but that's no blemifh in a Princefs. She is Vertuous. Trine. U m p h ! 'Vertuous! I a m loath to difparage her : But thou art m y Friend, can'ft thou beclofe ? Steph. Asaftopt Bottle, an't pleafe your Grace. [Enter Calib. agen with a Bottle. Trine. W h y then I'll tell thee, I found her an hour ago under and Elder-Tree, upon a fweet Bed of Nettles, finging Tory, Rory, and Ranthum, Scantum, with her o w n Natural Brother. Steph. O few ! Make Love in her o w n Tribe ! Trine. But 'tis no matter, to tell thee true, I Marry'd her to be a Great M a n and fo forth: But make no words on't, for I care not w h o knows it, and fo here's to thee agen, give m e the Bottle, Caliban! Did you knock the Butt ? H o w does it found ? Calib. It founds as though it had a noife within. Trine I fear.«the Butt begins to rattle in the Throat, and is departing: Give m e the Bottle. rc ,. CO"**'- Muft. A fhort Life and a merry, I fay. [Steph. whifpers Sycorax. Syc. But did he tell you fo? Steph. H e faid you were as ugly as your Mother, and that he Marry d you only to get Poffeffion of the Ifland. Syc. M y Mothers Devils fetch him for't. Steph. And your Father's too, hem! Skink about his Grace's Health agen. O if you would but caft an Eye of pity upon me Syc I will caft two Eyes of pity on thee, I Love thee more than H a w s ,or Black- Berries; I have a hoard of Wildings in the Mots, m y Brother knows not of'em, but I'll bring thee where they are. Steph. Trincalo was but m y M a n when time was. Syc. Wert thou his God, and didft thou give him Liquor? Steph. I gave him Brandy, and drunk Sack m y felf; wilt thou leave r*m, and thou fhalt be m y Princefs ? Sic. If thou canft make m e glad with this Liquor. Steph. I warrant thee we'll ride into the Country where it grows. Syc. H o w wilt thou carry m e thither ? Steph. Upon a Hackney-Devil of thy Mothers. Trine What's that you will do? H a h ! I hope you have not betray d m e ? HowdoesmyPigs-nyer [To Sycorax. Syc Be gone! Thou fhalt not be m y Lord, thou fay ft I m ugly. Trine Did you tell her fo Hah! He's a Rogue, do not believe him Chuck. Steph. The foul Words were yours: I will not eat 'era for you. Trine. I fee if once a Rebel, then ever a Rebel. Did I receive thee into Grace for this ? I will Corred thee with m y Royal Hand. [Strikes Stephano. %. Doft thou hurt m y Love? [Fltes at Trmealo. Trine. Where are our Guards? Treafon, Treafon! _ . . _ „ . , . , 1 [Vent. Muft. Calib. run betwixt. Vent. W h o took up Arms firft, the Prince or the People ? Trine. This lalfe Tray tor has corrupted the Wife of ^ M u k W # Muftacho ftrikeonmy fide, and thou fhalt be my Vice-Roy Muit. I'm againft Rebels 1 Ventofo, obey your Vice-Roy. Vet. You alicc-Roy ? \Xh <»* V ' €f"»the '*- Steph. Hah! Hector Monfter! D o you ftand neuter ? Calib Thou would'ft drink m y f aquor, I will not help thee. was his doing that I had fuch a Husband, but I'll claw him. 5 i Syc. and \Ca l\i b. Fight, Syc. beating him of1f trhien Sctia ge. |