_Trinc._ Plain Trincalo! methinks I might have been a duke in your mouth; I'll not accept of your embassy without my title. _Steph._ A title shall break no squares betwixt us: Viceroys, give him his style of duke, and treat with him whilst I walk by in state. [VENTOSO _and_ MUSTACHO _bow, whilst_ TRINCALO _puts on his Cap_. _Must._ Our lord and master, Duke Stephano, has sent us, in the first place, to demand of you, upon what ground you make war against him; having no right to govern here, as being elected only by your own voice. _Trinc._ To this I answer, That, having in the face of the world espoused the lawful inheretrix of this island, Queen Blouze the First, and having homage done me by this hectoring spark her brother; from these two I claim a lawful title to this island. _Must._ Who, that monster? He a Hector? _Calib._ Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? _Trinc._ Viceroys! keep good tongues in your heads, I advise you, and proceed to your business. _Must._ First and foremost, as to your claim, that you have answered. _Vent._ But, second and foremost, we demand of you, that if we make a peace, the butt also may be comprehended in the treaty. _Trinc._ I cannot treat with my honour, without your submission. _Steph._ I understand, being present, from my ambassadors, what your resolution is, and ask an hour's time of deliberation, and so I take our leave; but first I desire to be entertained at your butt, as becomes a prince and his ambassadors. _Trinc._ That I refuse, till acts of hostility be ceased. These rogues are rather spies than ambassadors. I must take heed of my butt. They come to pry into the secrets of my dukedom. _Vent._ Trincalo, you are a barbarous prince, and so farewell. [_Exeunt_ STEPH. MUST. _and_ VENT. _Trinc._ Subject-monster! stand you sentry before my cellar; my queen and I will enter, and feast ourselves within. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _Enter_ FERDINAND, _and_ ARIEL _and_ MILCHA _invisible_. _Ferd._ How far will this invisible musician Conduct my steps? he hovers still about me; Whether for good or ill, I cannot tell, Nor care I much; for I have been so long A slave to chance, that I'm as weary of Her flatteries as her frowns; but here I am---- _Ariel._ Here I am. _Ferd._ Ha! art thou so? the spirit's turned an echo: This might seem pleasant, could the burden of My griefs accord with any thing but sighs; And my last words, like those of dying men, Need no reply. Fain I would go to shades, Where few would wish to follow me. _Ariel._ Follow me. _Ferd._ This evil spirit grows importunate, But I'll not take his counsel. _Ariel._ Take his counsel. _Ferd._ It may be the devil's counsel, I'll never take it. _Ariel._ Take it. _Ferd._ I will discourse no more with thee, Nor follow one step further. _Ariel._ One step further.