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  • Title: The Tempest (Modern)
  • Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-370-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
    Peer Reviewed

    The Tempest (Modern)

    1[1.1]
    A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.
    Shipmaster
    5Boatswain!
    Boatswain
    Here, master. What cheer?
    Shipmaster
    Good. Speak to the mariners. Fall to it yarely or we run ourselves aground. Bestir! Bestir!
    Exit [Shipmaster].
    10Enter Mariners.
    Boatswain
    Heigh, my hearts! Cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! Yare, yare. Take in the topsail! Tend to the master's whistle. [To the storm] Blow till thou burst thy wind if room enough!
    15Enter 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.
    20Antonio
    Where is the master, boatswain?
    Boatswain
    Do you not hear him? You mar our labor. Keep your cabins! You do assist the storm.
    Gonzalo
    Nay, good, be patient.
    Boatswain
    When the sea is. Hence! What cares these 25roarers for the name of King? To cabin! Silence: trouble us not.
    Gonzalo
    Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
    Boatswain
    None that I more love than myself. You are a counselor -- if you can command these elements to 30silence 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 hap. [To Mariners] Cheerly, good hearts! [To Courtiers] Out of our 35way, I say!
    Exit [Boatswain].
    Gonzalo
    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. Make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our 40own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
    Exit [Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo].
    Enter Boatswain.
    Boatswain
    Down with the topmast! Yare: lower, lower. Bring her to try with main-course!
    45A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
    Boatswain
    A plague upon this howling; they are louder than the weather or our office. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give over and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
    Sebastian
    A pox on your throat, you bawling, 50blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
    Boatswain
    Work you, then!
    Antonio
    Hang, cur. Hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
    Gonzalo
    I'll warrant him for drowning, though the 55ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
    Boatswain
    Lay her ahold, ahold: set her two courses off to sea again. Lay her off!
    Enter Mariners, wet.
    60Mariners
    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 am out of patience.
    65Antonio
    We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopped rascal! [To Boatswain] Would thou mightst lie drowning the washing of ten tides.
    Gonzalo
    He'll be hanged yet,
    Though every drop of water swear against it
    70And gape at wid'st to glut him.
    A confused noise within
    Mercy on us!
    Mariners
    We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!
    Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split!
    Antonio
    Let's all sink wi'th' King.
    75Sebastian
    Let's take leave of him.
    Exit [Antonio and Sebastian].
    Gonzalo
    Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground -- long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.
    Exit.