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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.

  1   Boatswain!

  2   Here, master: what cheer?

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


           Enter MARINERS.

  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!

           FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others.

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

 11   I pray now, keep below.

 12   Where is the master, boatswain?

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

 15   Nay, good, be patient.

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

 19   Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

 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.


 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.


           Enter 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?

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

 42   Work you then.

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

 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.

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

           Enter MARINERS wet.

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


 53   What, must our mouths be cold?

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

 55                                     I'm out of patience.

 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!

 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]

 63   Let's all sink with the king.

 64   Let's take leave of him.

           Exit [with Antonio]

 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.


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