| ACT I SCENE I | 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, | 5 |
| | or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. | |
| | Exit | |
| | Enter Mariners | |
| Boatswain | 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! | 10 |
| | Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,GONZALO, and others | |
| ALONSO | Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? | |
| | Play the men. | |
| Boatswain | I pray now, keep below. | |
| ANTONIO | Where is the master, boatswain? | |
| Boatswain | Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your | 15 |
| | cabins: you do assist the storm. | |
| GONZALO | Nay, good, be patient. | |
| 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 | 25 |
| | 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 | |
| GONZALO | I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he | |
| | hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is | 30 |
| | 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 | |
| Boatswain | Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring | 35 |
| | her to try with main-course. | |
| | A cry within | |
| | A plague upon this howling! they are louder than | |
| | the weather or 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? | 40 |
| SEBASTIAN | A pox o' your throat, you bawling, 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. | 55 |
| ANTONIO | We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: | |
| | 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 | 60 |
| | And gape at widest to glut him. | |
| | A confused noise within: 'Mercy on us!'--'We split, we split!'--'Farewell, my wife andchildren!'--'Farewell, brother!'--'We split, we split, we split!' | |
| ANTONIO | Let's all sink with the king. | |
| SEBASTIAN | Let's take leave of him. | |
| | Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN | |
| GONZALO | Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an | |
| | acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any | 65 |
| | thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain | |
| | die a dry death. | |
| | Exeunt | |