VENTOSO.
This will be a doleful day with Suky.
She gave me a gilt nutmeg at parting;
That's lost too. O she's a most charming wench.

MUSTACHO.
Beshrew thy heart, for thus reminding me
Of my wise: I should ne'er have thought of her;
But nature will shew itself; I must melt.

STEPHANO.
Look, look, poor Mustacho weeps for grief.

VENTOSO.
In truth, he sheds the brandy from his eyes.

STEPHANO.
Hang wives and mistresses, let's drink about.

AIR.
Here's to thee, Tom, this whining love despise;
Pledge me, my friend, and drink till thou art wise.
  It sparkles brighter far than she;
    'Tis pure and right, without deceit;
  And such no woman e'er will be;
    No, they are all sophisticate;
Follies they have so numberless in store,
That only he who loves them can have more;
  Neither their sighs nor tears are true,
    Those idly blow, these idly fall;
  Nothing like to ours at all,
    But sighs and tears have sexes too.
Courage, my lads, this island is our own;
The king, the prince, and all their train are drown'd.

VENTOSO.
Then, my good friends, let's form a government.

STEPHANO.
I was the master at sea, and will be
Duke at land: you, Mustacho, was my mate,
And now I'm prince, shalt be my viceroy.

MUSTACHO.
Stephano, let me speak for the people,
Because they are but few, or rather none,
Within this island to speak for themselves:
Know that, to prevent the shedding Christian blood,

We're content Ventoso shall be viceroy,
Provided I be viceroy over him.
Good people, say, are ye all satisfy'd?
What, none answer?—Their silence gives consent.

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