DRAMATIS PERSONA ALONSO, King of Naples. a MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero. ARIEL, an airy Spirit. Spirits. SCENE: On shipboard; then an uninhabited island. ACT THE FIRST SCENE I On a ship at sea : a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard Enter a SHIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN a MASTER Boatswain ! BOATSWAIN Here, master : what cheer ? MASTER Good, speak to the mariners : fall to 't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground : bestir, bestir. [Exit. Enter MARINERS BOATSWAIN Heigh, my hearts ! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts ! yare, yare ! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle.—Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! A Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO and others ALONSO Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master 1- Play the men, BOATSWAIN I pray now, keep below. ANTONIO Where is the master, boson ? BOATSWAIN Do you not hear him? You mar our labour : keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. GONZALO Nay, good, be patient. BOATSWAIN When the sea is. Hence ! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : silence ! trouble us not. GONZALO BOATSWAIN None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; 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 lived so long, , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.—Cheerly, good hearts !-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. GONZALO 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 hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Re-enter BoatsWAIN BOATSWAIN Down with the topmast ! yare ! lower, lower ! Bring her to. Try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather or our office. Re-enter SEBASTIAN, Antonio and GONZALO Yet again ! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink ? your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! BOATSWAIN Work you, then. |