5BOte-swaine.

6Botes. Heere Master: What cheere?

7Mast. Good: Speake to th'Mariners: fall

8too't, yarely, or we run our selues a ground,

9bestirre, bestirre. Exit.

11Botes. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:

12yare, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th'Masters

13whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome e-

14nough.

17Alon. Good Boteswaine haue care: where's the Ma-

18ster? Play the men.

19Botes. I pray now keepe below.

20Anth. Where is the Master, Boson?

21Botes. Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,

22Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.

23Gonz. Nay, good be patient.

24Botes. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roa-

25rers for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble

26vs not.

27Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord.

28Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You are

29a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to si-

30lence, and worke the peace of the present, wee will not

31hand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot,

32giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your

33selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the

34houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our

35way I say. Exit.

36Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks

37he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion

38is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his han-

39ging, make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our

40owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee

41hang'd, our case is miserable. Exit.

43Botes. Downe with the top-Mast: yare, lower, lower,

44bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague ---

46vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,

47or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we

48giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to sinke?

49Sebas. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blasphe-

50mous incharitable Dog.

51Botes. Worke you then.

52Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noyse-

53maker, we are lesse afraid to be drownde, then thou art.

54Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the

55Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as

56an vnstanched wench.

57Botes. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off

58to Sea againe, lay her off.

60Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost.

61Botes. What must our mouths be cold?

62Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them,

63for our case is as theirs.

64Sebas. I'am out of patience.

65An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,

66This wide-chopt-rascall, would thou mightst lye drow-

67ning the washing of ten Tides.

68Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,

69Though euery drop of water sweare against it,

70And gape at widst to glut him. A confused noyse within.

71Mercy on vs.

72We split, we split, Farewell my wife, and children,

73Farewell brother: we split, we split, we split.

74Anth. Let's all sinke with' King

75Seb. Let's take leaue of him. Exit.

76Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea,

77for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne

78firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would

79faine dye a dry death. Exit.