SCENE.-A Ship near Shore; afterwards an Island.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea. A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard.

Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain.

Master. Boatswain!

Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

Mast. Good, speak to the mariners fall to 't

yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir,

bestir.

Enter Mariners.

[Exit.

Boats. 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.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care.

Where's the

master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?

our

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar Keep your cabins; you do assist the

labour.

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.

[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?

Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! courses off to sea again; lay her off.

Set her two

Enter Mariners, wet.

Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?

[Exeunt.

Gon. The king and prince at prayers; let's

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-chopped rascal,—'would, thou might'st