ACT 1, SCENE 1: On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.

Enter a Master and a Boatswain.

Master: Boatswain!

Boatswain: Here, master: what cheer?

Master: Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't,
yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

Enter Mariners.

Boatswain: Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my                                       [5]
hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the
master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if
room enough!

GONZALO, and others.

ALONSO: Good boatswain, have care. Where's the
master? Play the men.                                                                              [10]

Boatswain: I pray now, keep below.

ANTONIO: Where is the master, boatswain?

Boatswain: Do you not hear him? You mar our
labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

GONZALO: Nay, good, be patient.                                                                     [15]

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.                                                                                                          [20]

Boatswain: 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                  [25]
ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it
so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way, I say.

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,                        [30]
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.


Re-enter Boatswain.

Boatswain: Down with the topmast! yare! lower,
lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry                                [35]
within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder
than the weather or our office.
Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er and
drown? Have you a mind to sink?

SEBASTIAN: A pox o' your throat, you bawling,                                           [40]
blasphemous, incharitable dog!

Boatswain: Work you then.

ANTONIO: Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent
noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than
thou art.                                                                                                        [45]

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

Boatswain: Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two
courses off to sea again; lay her off.                                                        [50]

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 drunkards:                  [55]
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 widest to glut him.

[A confused noise within:] ' Mercy on us!'
--'We split, we split!'--'Farewell, my wife and children!'--          [60]
'Farewell, brother!'--We split, we split, we split!'

ANTONIO: Let's all sink with the king.

SEBASTIAN:                          Let's take leave of him.


GONZALO: 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                  [65]
fain die a dry death.


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