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5Boatswain!

Here, master. What cheer?

Good. Speak to the mariners. Fall 8to it yarely or we run ourselves aground. 9Bestir! Bestir!

Heigh, my hearts! Cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! 12Yare, yare. Take in the topsail! Tend to the master's 13whistle. [To the storm] Blow till thou burst thy wind if room 14enough!

Good boatswain, have care. Where's the 18master? Play the men.

I pray now, keep below.

Where is the master, boatswain?

Do you not hear him? You mar our labor. 22Keep your cabins! You do assist the storm.

Nay, good, be patient.

When the sea is. Hence! What cares these 25roarers for the name of King? To cabin! Silence: trouble 26us not.

Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

None that I more love than myself. You are 29a counselor -- if you can command these elements to 30silence and work the peace of the present, we will not 31hand a rope more. Use your authority; if you cannot, 32give thanks you have lived so long, and make 33yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the 34hour if it so hap. [To Mariners] Cheerly, good hearts! [To Courtiers] Out of our 35way, I say!

I have great comfort from this fellow. Methinks 37he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion 38is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his 39hanging. Make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our 40own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be 41hanged, our case is miserable.

Down with the topmast! Yare: lower, lower. 44Bring her to try with main-course!

46A plague upon this howling; they are louder than the weather 47or our office. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we 48give over and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

A pox on your throat, you bawling, 50blasphemous, uncharitable dog!

Work you, then!

Hang, cur. Hang, you whoreson, insolent 53noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

I'll warrant him for drowning, though the 55ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as 56an unstanched wench.

Lay her ahold, ahold: set her two courses off 58to sea again. Lay her off!

All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost!

What, must our mouths be cold?

The King and prince at prayers. Let's assist them, 63for our case is as theirs.

I am out of patience.

We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. 66This wide-chopped rascal! [To Boatswain] Would thou mightst lie 67drowning the washing of ten tides.

He'll be hanged yet,

1.1.3669Though every drop of water swear against it

1.1.3770And gape at wid'st to glut him.

And gape at wid'st to glut him. 71Mercy on us!

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

1.1.3973Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split!

Let's all sink wi'th' King.

Let's take leave of him.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea 77for an acre of barren ground -- long heath, brown 78furze, anything. The wills above be done, but I would 79fain die a dry death.