The Tempest
Actus primus, Scena prima.
A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter aShip-master,and a Boteswaine.
Master: Bote-swaine
Botes: Heere Master: What cheere?
Master: Good: Speake to th' Mariners: falltoo't, yarely, or we run our selves a ground,bestirre, bestirre.
Enter.
Enter Mariners.
Botes: Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:yare, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th' Masterswhistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome enough.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, andothers.
Alon: Good Boteswaine have care: where's the Master?
Play the men.
Botes: I pray now keepe below.
Anth: Where is the Master, Boson?
Botes: Do you not heare him? you marre our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.
Gonz: Nay, good be patient.
Botes. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roarers for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble vs not.
Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord.
Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You area Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to silence,and worke the peace of the present, wee will nothand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot,giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make yourselfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of thehoure, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of ourway I say.
Enter.
Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinkshe hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexionis perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his hanging,make the rope of his destiny our cable, for ourowne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to beehang'd, our case is miserable.
Enter.
Enter Boteswaine
Botes. Downe with the top-Mast: yare, lower, lower,bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague -
A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.
vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal wegiue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to sinke?
Sebas. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blasphemous
incharitable Dog.
Botes. Worke you then.
Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noyse-maker,
we are lesse afraid to be drownde, then thou art.
Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though theShip were no stronger then a Nutt-shell, and as leaky asan vnstanched wench.
Botes. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses offto Sea againe, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost.
Botes. What must our mouths be cold?
Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them,for our case is as theirs
Sebas. I'am out of patience
An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,This wide-chopt-rascall, would thou mightst lye drowningthe washing of ten Tides
Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,
Though euery drop of water sweare against it,
And gape at widst to glut him.
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