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ACT I. SCENE I.
On a Ship at Sea. A tempestuous Noise of Thunder and Lightning heard. Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain.
Boats, Here, master: What cheer?
Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to' yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.
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, ANTHONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others.
Alon. Good boatswain, have care.
master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain?
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. are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not handle a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd 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 hang'd, our case is miserable.
Boats. Down with the top-mast; 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, ANTHONIO andGONZALO.
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, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! we are less afraid to be drown'd, than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, as and leaky as an unstaunch'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!
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist
For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chopp'd rascal;-Would, thou might'st lie
The washing of ten tides!
Gon. He'll be hang'd yet;