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SCENE I

On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
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. Exit. Enter Mariners.

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. (12)

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
cares these roarers for the name of king? To
cabin: silence! trouble us not. (21)

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 (40)
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
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 unstaunched 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?

Gon.
The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them.

For our case is as theirs.

Seb.
I'm out of patience.

Ant.
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: (60)

This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning

The washing of ten tides!

Gon.
He'll be hang'd yet,

Though every drop of water swear against it

And gape at widest 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!']



Ant.
Let's all sink with the king.

Seb.
Let's take leave of him. [Exeunt Ant. and Seb.


Gon.
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 done! but I would fain die a dry
death. [Exeunt.

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