_Trinc._ What's that you will do? Ha! I hope you have not betrayed me? How does my pigsnye? [_To_ SYCORAX. _Syc._ Begone! thou shalt not be my lord; thou say'st I'm ugly. _Trinc._ Did you tell her so?--ha! he's a rogue, do not believe him, chuck. _Steph._ The foul words were yours: I will not eat 'em for you. _Trinc._ I see, if once a rebel, then ever a rebel. Did I receive thee into grace for this? I will correct thee with my royal hand. [_Strikes_ STEPH. _Syc._ Dost thou hurt my love? [_Flies at_ TRINC. _Trinc._ Where are our guards? Treason! Treason! [VENT. MUST. CALIB. _run betwixt_. _Vent._ Who took up arms first, the prince or the people? _Trinc._ This false traitor has corrupted the wife of my bosom. [_Whispers_ MUSTACHO _hastily_.] Mustacho, strike on my side, and thou shalt be my viceroy. _Must._ I am against rebels. Ventoso, obey your viceroy. _Vent._ You a viceroy? [_They two fight off from the rest._ _Steph._ Ha! Hector monster! do you stand neuter? _Calib._ 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. [SYC. _and_ CALIB. _fight_, SYC. _beating him off the stage_. _Trinc._ The whole nation is up in arms, and shall I stand idle? [TRINC. _beats off_ STEPH. _to the door. Exit_ STEPH. I'll not pursue too far, for fear the enemy will rally again, and surprise my butt in the citadel. Well, I must be rid of my Lady Trincalo, she will be in the fashion else; first, cuckold her husband, and then sue for a separation, to get alimony. [_Exit._ SCENE IV.--_The Cypress-trees and Cave._ _Enter_ FERDINAND _and_ HIPPOLITO, _with their swords drawn_. _Ferd._ Come, sir, our cave affords no choice of place, But the ground's firm and even: Are you ready? _Hip._ As ready as yourself, sir. _Ferd._ You remember On what conditions we must fight? Who first Receives a wound is to submit. _Hip._ Come, come, This loses time; now for the women, sir. [_They fight a little_, FERDINAND _hurts him_. _Ferd._ Sir, you are wounded. _Hip._ No. _Ferd._ Believe your blood. _Hip._ I feel no hurt, no matter for my blood. _Ferd._ Remember our conditions. _Hip._ I will not leave, till my sword hits you too. [HIP. _presses on_, FERD. _retires and wards_. _Ferd._ I'm loth to kill you; you are unskilful, sir. _Hip._ You beat aside my sword, but let it come As near as yours, and you shall see my skill. _Ferd._ You faint for loss of blood, I see you stagger; Pray, sir, retire. _Hip._ No! I will ne'er go back.-- Methinks the cave turns round, I cannot find--