Scene I

On a ship at sea. A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.

[Enter a Master and a Boatswain]

MASTER:
Boatswain!
BOATS:
Here, Master. What cheer?
MASTER:
Good, speak to the mariners. Fall to't, yarely,
or we run ourselves aground. Bestir

Exit

Enter Mariners

BOATS:
Heigh, my hearts! Cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! Yare,(5)
yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the Master's whistle!
Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

[Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others]

ALONSO:
Good Boatswain, have care. Where's the Master?
[To the Mariners] Play the men!
BOATS:
I pray now, keep below.
ANTONIO:
Where is the Master, Boatswain?(10)
BOATS:
Do you not hear him? You mar our labour. Keep your
cabins: you do assist the storm.
GONZ:
Nay, good, be patient.
BOATS:
When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the
name of the king? To cabin: silence! Trouble us not.(15)
GONZ:
Good, yet remember whom thou has aboard.
BOATS:
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(20)
lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for
the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. [To the Mariners]
Cheerly, good hearts! [To Gonzalo] Out of our way, I say!

Exit

GONZ:
I have great comfort from this fellow. Methinks he hath
no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect(25)
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]

[Enter Boatswain]

BOATS:
Down with the topmast! Yare! Lower, lower! Bring(30)
her to try with main-course! [A cry within] A plague
upon this howling! They are louder than the weather
or our office.

[Enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo]

Yet again! What do you here? Shall we give o'er and
drown? Have you a mind to sink?(35)
SEBAST:
A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
incharitable dog!
BOATS:
Work you, then.
ANTONIO:
Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson, insolent noise-
maker! We are less(40)
afraid to be drowned than thou art.
GONZ:
I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship
were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
unstanched wench.
BOATS:
Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Set her two courses! Off to(45)
sea again; lay her off!

[Enter Mariners wet]

MARINERS:
All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost!

[Exeunt Mariners]

BOATS:
What, must our mouths be cold?
GONZ:
The king and prince at prayers! Let's assist them,
For our case is theirs.(50)
SEBAST:
I'm out of patience.
ANTONIO:
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chopped rascal—would thou mightst lie
drowning
The washing of ten tides! (55)
GONZ:
He'll be hanged yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

[A confused noise within]

MARINERS:
‘Mercy on us!’—‘We split, we split!’—‘Farewell, my
wife and children!’—‘Farewell, brother!’—‘We split, we(60)
split, we split!’

[Exit Boatswain]

ANTONIO:
Let's all sink wi'th’ King.
SEBAST:
Let's take leave of him.

[Exeunt Antonio and Sebastian]

GONZ:
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre
of barren ground—long heath, brown furze, anything. The(65)
wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.

[Exeunt]