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The Tempest: Act 1, Scene 1


           A tempestuous noise of thunder
           and lightning heard. Enter a
           SHIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN.

      Master
  1   Boatswain!

      Boatswain
  2   Here, master: what cheer?

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

           Exit.

           Enter MARINERS.

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

           Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO,
           FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others.

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

      Boatswain
 11   I pray now, keep below.

      ANTONIO
 12   Where is the master, boatswain?

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

      GONZALO
 15   Nay, good, be patient.

      Boatswain
 16   When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers
 17   for the name of king? To cabin: silence!
 18   trouble us not.

      GONZALO
 19   Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

      Boatswain
 20   None that I more love than myself. You are a
 21   counsellor; if you can command these elements to
 22   silence, and work the peace of the present, we will
 23   not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you
 24   cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make
 25   yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of
 26   the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
 27   of our way, I say.

           Exit.

      GONZALO
 28   I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he
 29   hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is
 30   perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his
 31   hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,
 32   for our own doth little advantage. If he be not
 33   born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

           Exeunt.

           Enter BOATSWAIN.

      Boatswain
 34   Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
 35   her to try with main-course.

           (A cry within.)

 36   A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
 37   the weather or our office.

           Enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO.

 38   Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er
 39   and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

      SEBASTIAN
 40   A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
 41   incharitable dog!

      Boatswain
 42   Work you then.

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

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

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

           Enter MARINERS wet.

      Mariners
 51   All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all
 52   lost!

           [Exeunt.]

      Boatswain
 53   What, must our mouths be cold?

      GONZALO
 54   The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
 55   For our case is as theirs.

      SEBASTIAN
 55                                     I'm out of patience.

      ANTONIO
 56   We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
 57   This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst lie drowning
 58   The washing of ten tides!

      GONZALO
 58                                           He'll be hang'd yet,
 59   Though every drop of water swear against it
 60   And gape at widest to glut him.

           A confused noise within:

 60                                                   'Mercy on us!'—
 61   'We split, we split!'—'Farewell, my wife and children!'—
 62   'Farewell, brother!'—'We split, we split, we split!'.

           [Exit Boatswain]

      ANTONIO
 63   Let's all sink with the king.

      SEBASTIAN
 64   Let's take leave of him.

           Exit [with Antonio]

      GONZALO
 65   Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
 66   acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
 67   thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
 68   die a dry death.

           Exit.

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