Steph. And your father's too. Hem! skink about his grace's health again. O if you will but cast an eye of pity upon me—
Syc. I will cast two eyes of pity on thee; I love thee more than haws or blackberries. I have a hoard of wildings in the moss, my brother knows not of 'em; but I'll bring thee where they are.
Steph. Trincalo was but my man, when time was.
Syc. Wert thou his god, and didst thou give him liquor?
Steph. I gave him brandy, and drunk sack myself: Wilt thou leave him, and thou shalt be my princess?
Syc. If thou canst make me glad with this liquor.
Steph. I'll warrant thee; we'll ride into the country where it grows.
Syc. How wilt thou carry me thither?
Steph. Upon a hackney-devil of thy mother's.
Trinc. What's that you will do? Ha! I hope you have not betrayed me? How does my pigsnye?
[To Sycorax.