On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning beard. Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain. Mast. 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! and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. 10 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 cares these roarers for the name of king? To Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast are a counsellor; if you can command these Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- Re-enter Boatswain. 20 [Exit. 30 [Exeunt. 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. 40 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 noisemaker! 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! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? 50 Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist Seb. Ant. Gon. them, For our case is as theirs. I'm out of patience. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides! He'll be hang'd yet, [A confused noise within: "Mercy on us!— 60 Ant. Gon. "We split, we split!"- "Farewell my wife and 66 children! Farewell, brother!"-"We split, we split, we split!"] Let's all sink with the king. Let's take leave of him. [Exeunt Ant. and Seb. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be 70 done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The island. Before Prospero's cell. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Pros. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Poor souls, they perish'd. power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart 10 |