Syc.

But, did my lord tell you I was ugly?

Trin.

He said you were as ugly, as the old witch your mother, and that he married you only to get possession of the island.

Syc.

My mother's devils fetch him for't.

Trin.

Ay, and your father's too. O if you will but cast an eye of pity to me!

Syc.

I will cast two eyes of pity on thee; I love thee more than haws, or blackberries; I have a hoard of wildings in the moss, and I will bring thee where they are.

Trin.

Say'st thou so; then touch my back Miss Monster, and when next I take a trip to England, I'll take thee thither. O that's the place of all others, either under, or on one side the sun.

Syc.

Then I will go with thee my lord.

Trin.

That thou shalt, and be introduced at court, and kiss the king and queen's hand, and be most graciously received, as all foreign nobility are.

Syc.

Will they not laugh at me my lord.

Trin.

Never mind that, Miss Monster, thou wilt there find many monsters as laughable as thyself.

Syc.

And where else will my lord bring me.

Trin

To dance at a masquerade.

Syc.

I am not polite enough, my lord, my language neither is not good.

Trin.

Thou moon calf, I tell thee, Miss Monster, if thou can'st mew like a cat, roar like a bull, or snurt like a sow, then wilt thou be one of the best bred in the assembly, and thy qualificatious will shine like the sun, as thou wilt be a dutchess.

Syc.

O then, my lord, I'll snurt like a whole litter of pigs, with the old sow at their head.

Trin.

Then thou art my accomplished dutchess, and thy name will be set in capitals in every newspaper.

Syc.

And where else will my lord bring me?

Trin.

To feast in the city.

Syc.

He! he! he! O I shall like that; I love beasting, but how must I do there?

Trin.

Why, thou must eat till thou can'st eat no more; drink, till thou can'st neither sit, stand, go, or speak any thing, but politics; then thou must curse the ministers, make a damn'd noise, and sing bawdy songs.

Syc.

O I shall like to sing bawdy.

Trin.

Then thou'lt get thy belly full amongst the grave citizens.

Syc.

Do ladies do so, my lord?

Trin.

Yes, Miss Monster, in England the ladies do any thing they please; 'tis a country of liberty, where they are all hickeldy pickeldy among one another.

Syc.

I like that; I love hoyty, toyty; shall I not be dress'd, my lord?

Trin.

Aye, Miss Monster, I'll have all thy hair shaved off, from head to foot.

Syc.

What, all my hair, and leave me bare, my good lord; must I loose all?

Trin.

Not a lock shalt thou loose, if thou had five times as much; for it shall be all friz'd together, to stick upon thy head, and I'll dress thee in frippery, if thou'lt leave Stephano, for he's my man, as time was.

Syc.

Wer't thou his god, and didst thou give him liquor?

Trin.

I gave him brandy, and drank sack myself. Wilt thou leave him, and thou shalt be my princess?

Syc.

If thou can'st make me glad with this liquor.

Steph.

What are you about; I hope you have not betrayed me—ha! how does my pigs-nye?

Syc.

Begone! thou shalt not be my lord; thou say'st, I'm ugly.

Steph.

Did you tell her so?—hah! he's a rogue, chuck, do not believe him. When once a rebel, always a rebel; I will correct thee with my royal hand. (Strikes Trinculo.)

Syc.

Do'st thou hurt my love?

Steph.

Where are our guards?—Treason! treason!

Ven.

Who took up arms first, the prince, or the people?

Steph.

This false traitor has corrupted the wife of my bosom. Mustacho strike on my side, and thou shalt be my viceroy.

Mus.

I am against rebels, Ventosa, obey your viceroy.

Ven.

You a viceroy.

Trin.
Hah! Hector, monster, do you stand neuter?

Cal.

Thou would'st drink my liquor, I will not help thee.

Syc.

'Twas his doing that I had such a husband, but I'll claw him.

Steph.

The whole nation is up in arms; fight off my lady, we must quit the riot.

Steph.

She will be in the fashion else, first horn her husband, and then sue for a separate maintenance.