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ALONSO, King of Naples.
Lords FRANCISCO, CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Mariners.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE: A ship at sea : an uninhabited
Scene I. On a ship at sea : a tempestuous noise of thunder
and lightning heard.
Master. Good, speak to th' mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
Enter Mariners. Boatswain. Heigh, my hearts ! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts ! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to th’ master's whis
Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO,
and others. Alonso. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master ? Play the men.
Boatswain. I pray now, keep below.
Boatswain. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour. Keep your cabins; you do assist the storm.
Gonzalo. Nay, good, be patient.
Boatswain. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin! Silence ! trouble us not.
Gonzalo. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boatswain. None that I love more 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 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.
[Exit. Gonzalo. 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.
Enter Boatswain. Boatswain. Down with the topmast! yare ! lower, lower! Bring her to try wi' th' main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.
Enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Sebastian. A plague o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Boatswain. Work you, then.
Antonio. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art.
Gonzalo. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell.
Boatswain. 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 Boatswain. What! must our mouths be cold? Gonzalo. The king and prince at prayers! Let's assist
them, For our case is as theirs. Sebastian.
I'm out of patience. Antonio. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk
ards.This wide-chapp'd rascal,—would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides ! Gonzalo.
He'll be hang'd 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!”—] Antonio. Let's all sink wi' th' king.