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ALONSO, King of Naples.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
MIRANDA, daughter to PROSPERO.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
Other Spirits attending on PROSPERO.
SCENE,—The Sea, with a Ship: afterwards an
ACT 1. SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.--A Storm, with Thunder
and Lightning. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain. Master. Boatswain, Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Master. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground; bestir, bestir.
Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail; ”Tend to the master's whistle.—Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
GONZALO, and others.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gon. 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. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. 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.
Gon. 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.
[Esceunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. [Acry 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? Seb. A
bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two courses ; off to sea again; lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. — This wide-chapp'd rascal ;—'Would thou might'st lie drownThe washing of ten tides !
[ing, Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within. ]—Mercy on us! We split, we split !-Farewell, my wife and children! Farewell, brother! -We split, we split, we split ! Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
[Escit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. Gon. Now would I give a and furlongs of sea for an