Trinc. Why, what are you, sir; what are you?
Steph. What I am, I am by free election; and you, Trincalo, are not yourself: but we pardon your first fault, because it is the first day of our reign.
Trinc. Umph, were matters carried so swimmingly against me, whilst I was swimming, and saving myself for the good of the people of this island!
Must. Art thou mad, Trincalo? Wilt thou disturb a settled government, where thou art a mere stranger to the laws of the country?
Trinc. I'll have no laws.
Vent. Then civil war begins.
[Vent. and Must. draw.
Steph. Hold, hold! I'll have no bloodshed; my subjects are but few: Let him make a rebellion by himself; and a rebel, I, duke Stephano, declare him.—Viceroys, come away.
Trinc. And duke Trincalo declares, that he will make open war wherever he meets thee, or thy viceroys.
[Exeunt Steph. Must. and Vent.
Enter Caliban, with wood upon his back.
Trinc. Ha! who have we here?