The Tempest: Act 1, Scene 1
A tempestuous noise of thunder
and lightning heard. Enter a
SHIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN.
2 Here, master: what cheer?
3 Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,
4 or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
5 Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!
6 yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the
7 master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,
8 if room enough!
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO,
FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others.
9 Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?
10 Play the men.
11 I pray now, keep below.
12 Where is the master, boatswain?
13 Do you not hear him? You mar our labor: keep your
14 cabins: you do assist the storm.
15 Nay, good, be patient.
16 When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers
17 for the name of king? To cabin: silence!
18 trouble us not.
19 Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
20 None that I more love than myself. You are a
21 counsellor; if you can command these elements to
22 silence, and work the peace of the present, we will
23 not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you
24 cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make
25 yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of
26 the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
27 of our way, I say.
28 I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he
29 hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is
30 perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his
31 hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,
32 for our own doth little advantage. If he be not
33 born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
34 Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
35 her to try with main-course.
(A cry within.)
36 A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
37 the weather or our office.
Enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO.
38 Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er
39 and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
40 A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
41 incharitable dog!
42 Work you then.
43 Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
44 We are less afraid to be drowned than
45 thou art.
46 I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were
47 no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
48 unstanched wench.
49 Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to
50 sea again; lay her off.
Enter MARINERS wet.
51 All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all
53 What, must our mouths be cold?
54 The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
55 For our case is as theirs.
55 I'm out of patience.
56 We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
57 This wide-chapp'd rascalwould thou mightst lie drowning
58 The washing of ten tides!
58 He'll be hang'd yet,
59 Though every drop of water swear against it
60 And gape at widest to glut him.
A confused noise within:
60 'Mercy on us!'
61 'We split, we split!''Farewell, my wife and children!'
62 'Farewell, brother!''We split, we split, we split!'.
63 Let's all sink with the king.
64 Let's take leave of him.
Exit [with Antonio]
65 Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
66 acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
67 thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
68 die a dry death.