Trinc. Whom?
Calib. The starved prince, and his two thirsty subjects, that would have our liquor.
Trinc. If thou wert a monster of parts, I would make thee my master of ceremonies, to conduct 'em in. The devil take all dunces! thou hast lost a brave employment, by not being a linguist, and for want of behaviour.
Syc. My lord, shall I go meet 'em? I'll be kind to all of 'em, just as I am to thee.
Trinc. No, that's against the fundamental laws of my dukedom: You are in a high place, spouse, and must give good example. Here they come; we'll put on the gravity of statesmen, and be very dull, that we may be held wise.
Enter Stephano, Ventoso, and Mustacho.
Vent. Duke Trincalo, we have considered.
Trinc. Peace or war?
Must. Peace, and the butt.
Steph. I come now as a private person, and promise to live peaceably under your government.