The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)

T H E
 T E M P E S T.
 1Actus primus, Scena prima. 
 2 A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: En-
 3 ter a Ship-master, and a Boteswaine.
 4Master.
 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.
 10Enter Mariners.
 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.
 15Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando,
 16Gonzalo, and others.
 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.
 42Enter Boteswaine.
 43Botes. Downe with the top-Mast: yare, lower, lower,
 44bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague ---
 45 A cry within.    Enter Sebastian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.
 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.
 59Enter Mariners wet.
 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.
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