Trinc. You shall enjoy the benefits of peace; and the first fruits of it, amongst all civil nations, is to be drunk for joy: Caliban, skink about.
Steph. I long to have a rouse to her grace's health, and to the haunse in kelder, or rather haddock in kelder, for I guess it will be half fish.
[Aside.
Trinc. Subject Stephano, here's to thee; and let old quarrels be drowned in this draught.
[Drinks.
Steph. Great magistrate, here's thy sister's health to thee.
[Drinks to Calib.
Syc. He shall not drink of that immortal liquor; my lord, let him drink water.
Trinc. O sweetheart, you must not shame yourself to-day. Gentlemen subjects, pray bear with her good huswifery: She wants a little breeding, but she's hearty.
Must. Ventoso, here's to thee. Is it not better to pierce the butt, than to quarrel and pierce one another's bellies?
Vent. Let it come, boy.
Trinc. Now would I lay greatness aside, and shake my heels, if I had but music.