Trinc. Stephano, give me thy hand: thou hast been a rebel, but here's to thee: [Drinks.] Pr'ythee, why should we quarrel? Shall I swear two oaths? By bottle, and by butt, I love thee: In witness whereof I drink soundly.
Steph. Your grace shall find there's no love lost, for I will pledge you soundly.
Trinc. Thou hast been a false rebel, but that's all one; pledge my grace faithfully.—Caliban, go to the butt, and tell me how it sounds. [Exit Caliban.] Peer Stephano, dost thou love me?
Steph. I love your grace, and all your princely family.
Trinc. 'Tis no matter, if thou lov'st me; hang my family: Thou art my friend, pr'ythee tell me what thou think'st of my princess:
Steph. I look on her, as on a very noble princess.
Trinc. Noble! indeed she had a witch to her mother; and the witches are of great families in Lapland: but the devil was her father; and I have heard of the Monsieur De Villes in France: but look on her beauty,—is she a fit wife for Duke Trincalo? Mark her behaviour too,—she's tippling yonder with the serving-men.
Steph. An't please your grace, she's somewhat homely, but that's no blemish in a princess. She is virtuous.
Trinc. Umph! virtuous! I am loath to disparage her; but thou art my friend,—canst thou be close?
Steph. As a stopt bottle, an't please your grace.