Alon. 'Tis so indeed; but who dares taste this feast, Which fiends provide, to poison us?
Gonz. Why that dare I; if the black gentleman Be so ill natured, he may do his pleasure.
Anto. 'Tis certain we must either eat or famish: I will encounter it, and feed.
Alon. If both resolve, I will adventure too.
Gonz. The devil may fright me, yet he shall not starve me. [Two Spirits descend, and fly away with the table.
Alon. Heaven! behold, it is as you suspected: 'Tis vanished. Shall we be always haunted with these fiends?
Anto. Here we shall wander till we famish.
Gonz. Certainly one of you was so wicked as to say grace; this comes on it, when men will be godly out of season.
Anto. Yonder's another table, let's try that.
[Exeunt.
Enter Trincalo and Caliban.