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DRAMATIS PERSON Æ.
ALONSO, King of Naples.
Other Spirits attending on PROSPERO.
SCENE, an uninhabited Isand.
Τ Η Ε
T E M P E S T:
ACT I. SCENE I.
On a Ship at Sea.
Beats. Here, master : what cheer?
Mast. Good: speak to th’mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run our selves a-ground; bestir, bestir.
Boats. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts ; yare, yare ; take in the top-fail; tend to th' master's whistle; — blow 'till thou burst thy wind, if room enough. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo,
and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care: where's the master? play Boats
. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
not hear him? you mar our labour; keep your cabins; you assist the storm.
Gonz. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence. What care these roarers for the name of king? to cabin ; silence; trouble us not.
Gonz. Good: yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I love more than my self. You are a counfellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv’d so long, and make
your self ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts: out of our way, I say. [Exit.
Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: if he be not born to be hang’d, our case is miserable.
[Exit. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare, lower, lower ; bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this howling
A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio and Gonzalo. they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again ? what do
you here? shall we give o'er, and drown? have you a mind to link?
Sebas. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog. Boats. Work
then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson insolent noise-maker; we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art.
Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.