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ALONSO, King of Naples.
MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
SCENE: On shipboard; then an uninhabited island.
ACT THE FIRST
On a ship at sea : a tempestuous noise of thunder and
Enter a SHIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN
BOATSWAIN Here, master : what cheer ?
MASTER Good, speak to the mariners : fall to 't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground : bestir, bestir.
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!
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.
Where is the master, boson ?
BOATSWAIN Do you not hear him? You mar our labour : keep your cabins : you do assist the storm.
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.
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
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.
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