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Alonso, king of Naples.
Other spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE, the sea, with a svip; afterwards, an uninhabited island.
Mast. Good : speak to the mariners :-fall to't yarely, | or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.
Enter MÁRINERS. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-fail; 'Tend to the master's whistle;-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
GONZALO, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the malter? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
· Boats. When the sea is.—Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : silence: trouble us : not. · Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to filence, 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 yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so it hap.—Cheerly, good hearts-Out of our way, I say. [Exit.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! 5 make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: If he be not born to be hang’d, our casei is miserable.
[Exeunt. Re-enter BOATSWAIN. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare, lower, lower; sa bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.] Ą. plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the line weather, or our office.• Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO.. lip
Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er, and it drown? Have you a mind to sink?
SEB. A pox o’your throat ! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson, insolent noise maker! we are less afraid to be drown'd, than thou art. E
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship: were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd wench.