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	of thunder and lightning heard.

	[Enter a Master and a Boatswain]

Master: Boatswain!

Boatswain: Here, master: what cheer?

Master: Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,
	or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.


	[Enter Mariners]

Boatswain: Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!
	yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the
	master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,
	if room enough!

	GONZALO, and others]

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

Boatswain: I pray now, keep below.

ANTONIO: Where is the master, boatswain?

Boatswain: Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your
	cabins: you do assist the storm.

GONZALO: Nay, good, be patient.

Boatswain: When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers
	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
	counsellor; if you can command these elements to
	silence, 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. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
	of our way, I say.


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 own doth little advantage. If he be not
	born to be hanged, our case is miserable.


	[Re-enter Boatswain]

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

	[A cry within]

	A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
	the weather or our office.


	Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er
	and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

SEBASTIAN: A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
	incharitable 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 ship were
	no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
	unstanched wench.

Boatswain: Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to
	sea again; lay her off.

	[Enter Mariners wet]

Mariners: 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'm out of patience.

ANTONIO: We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
	This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning
	The washing of ten tides!

GONZALO: He'll be hang'd yet,
	Though every drop of water swear against it
	And gape at widest to glut him.

	[A confused noise within:   'Mercy on us!'--
	'We split, we split!'--'Farewell, my wife and
	'Farewell, brother!'--'We split, we split, we split!']

ANTONIO: Let's all sink with the king.

SEBASTIAN: Let's take leave of him.


GONZALO: Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
	acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
	thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
	die a dry death.



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