_Trinc._ I pr'ythee, sweet baby, do not play the wanton, and cry for my goods ere I'm dead. When thou art my widow, thou shalt have the devil and all. _Syc._ May I not have the other fine thing? _Trinc._ This is a sucking-bottle for young Trincalo. _Calib._ Shall she not taste of that immortal liquor? _Trinc._ Umph! that's another question: For if she be thus flippant in her water, what will she be in her wine? _Enter_ ARIEL _(invisible) and changes the Bottle which stands upon the Ground._ _Ariel._ There's water for your wine. [_Exit_ ARIEL. _Trinc._ Well! since it must be so. [_Gives her the bottle._ How do you like it now, my queen that must be? [_She drinks._ _Syc._ Is this your heav'nly liquor? I'll bring you to a river of the same. _Trinc._ Wilt thou so, Madam Monster? What a mighty prince shall I be then! I would not change my dukedom to be great Turk Trincalo. _Syc._ This is the drink of frogs. _Trinc._ Nay, if the frogs of this island drink such, they are the merriest frogs in Christendom. _Calib._ She does not know the virtue of this liquor: I pr'ythee, let me drink for her. [Caliban _drinks_. _Trinc._ Well said, Subject Monster! _Calib._ My lord, this is mere water. _Trinc._ 'Tis thou hast changed the wine then, and drunk it up, like a debauched fish as thou art. Let me see't, I'll taste it myself--Element! mere element, as I live! It was a cold gulp, such as this, which killed my famous predecessor, old Simon the king[F]. _Calib._ How does thy honour? pr'ythee, be not angry, and I will lick thy shoe. _Trinc._ I could find in my heart to turn thee out of my dominions, for a liquorish monster. _Calib._ O, my lord, I have found it out; this must be done by one of Prospero's spirits. _Trinc._ There's nothing but malice in these devils; I would it had been holy-water for their sakes! _Syc._ 'Tis no matter, I will cleave to thee. _Trinc._ Lovingly said, in troth: Now cannot I hold out against her. This wife-like virtue of her's has overcome me. _Syc._ Shall I have thee in my arms? _Trinc._ Thou shalt have Duke Trincalo in thy arms: But, pr'ythee, be not too boisterous with me at first; do not discourage a young beginner. [_They embrace_.] Stand to your arms, my spouse, and subject monster,-- _Enter_ STEPHANO, MUSTACHO, _and_ VENTOSO. The enemy is come to surprise us in our quarters. You shall know, rebels, that I am married to a witch, and we have a thousand spirits of our party. _Steph._ Hold! I ask a truce; I and my viceroys (finding no food, and but a small remainder of brandy,) are come to treat a peace betwixt us, which may be for the good of both armies; therefore, Trincalo, disband.