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Τ Η Ε Τ Ε Μ Ρ Ε S T
From the Text of the Rev. Alexander Dyce's
T E M P E S T.
ing Duke of Milan.
JUNO, presented by spirits.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves a-ground: bestir, bestir.
(Exit. Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail! Tend to the master's
whistle! (Exeunt Mariners.) – Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO,
and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins:
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 I 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. 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.
(Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. 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?