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THE TEMPEST
Actus primus, Scena prima. [Act 1, Scene 1] A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: En­ ter a Ship‑master, and a Boteswaine. Master.

BOte‑swaine.

Botes.

Heere Master: What cheere?

Mast.

Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall

too't, yarely, or we run our selves a ground,

[5]

bestirre, bestirre.

Exit. Enter Mariners. Botes.

Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:

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

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

nough.

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and others. Alon.
[10]

Good Boteswaine haue care: where's the Ma­

ster? Play the men.

Botes.

I pray now keepe below.

Anth.

Where is the Master, Boson?

Botes:

Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,

[15]

Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.

Gonz.

Nay, good be patient.

Botes.

When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roa­

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

vs not.

Gon.
[20]

Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord.

Botes.

None that I more loue then my selfe. You are

a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to si­

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

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

[25]

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

selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the

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

way I say.

Exit. Gon.

I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks

[30]

he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion

is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his han­

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

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

hang'd, our case is miserable.

Exit. Enter Boteswaine Botes.
[35]

Downe with the top‑Mast: yare, lower, lower,

bring her to Try with Maine‑course. A plague⸺

A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.

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vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,

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

[40]

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

Sebas.

A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blasphe­

mous incharitable Dog.

Botes.

Worke you then.

Anth.

Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noyse‑

[45]

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

Gonz.

I'le warrant him for drowning, though the

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

an vnstanched wench.

Botes.

Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off

[50]

to Sea againe, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet. Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost. Botes.

What must our mouths be cold?

Gonz.

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

for our case is as theirs.

Sebas.
[55]

I'am out of patience.

An.

We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,

This wide‑chopt‑rascall, would thou mightst lye drow­

ning the washing of ten Tides.

Gonz.

Hee'l be hang'd yet,

[60]

Though euery drop of water sweare against it,

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

Mercy on vs.

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

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

Anth.
[65]

Let's all sinke with' King.

Seb.

Let's take leaue of him.

Exit. Gonz.

Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea,

for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Brown

firrs, any thing: the wills aboue be done, but I w

[70]

faine dye a dry death.

Scoena Sec . [Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Pro Mira.

If by your A

Put the wild waters i

The skye it seems

But that th Sea,

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Actus primus, Scena prima. [Act 1, Scene 1] A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: En­ ter a Ship‑master, and a Boteswaine. Master.

BOte‑swaine.

Botes.

Heere Master: What cheere?

Mast.

Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall

too't, yarely, or we run our selves a ground,

[5]

bestirre, bestirre.

Exit. Enter Mariners. Botes.

Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:

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

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

nough.

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and others. Alon.
[10]

Good Boteswaine haue care: where's the Ma­

ster? Play the men.

Botes.

I pray now keepe below.

Anth.

Where is the Master, Boson?

Botes:

Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,

[15]

Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.

Gonz.

Nay, good be patient.

Botes.

When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roa­

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

vs not.

Gon.
[20]

Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord.

Botes.

None that I more loue then my selfe. You are

a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to si­

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

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

[25]

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

selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the

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

way I say.

Exit. Gon.

I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks

[30]

he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion

is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his han­

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

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

hang'd, our case is miserable.

Exit. Enter Boteswaine Botes.
[35]

Downe with the top‑Mast: yare, lower, lower,

bring her to Try with Maine‑course. A plague⸺

A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.

vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,

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

[40]

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

Sebas.

A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blasphe­

mous incharitable Dog.

Botes.

Worke you then.

Anth.

Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noyse‑

[45]

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

Gonz.

I'le warrant him for drowning, though the

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

an vnstanched wench.

Botes.

Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off

[50]

to Sea againe, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet. Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost. Botes.

What must our mouths be cold?

Gonz.

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

for our case is as theirs.

Sebas.
[55]

I'am out of patience.

An.

We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,

This wide‑chopt‑rascall, would thou mightst lye drow­

ning the washing of ten Tides.

Gonz.

Hee'l be hang'd yet,

[60]

Though euery drop of water sweare against it,

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

Mercy on vs.

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

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

Anth.
[65]

Let's all sinke with' King.

Seb.

Let's take leaue of him.

Exit. Gonz.

Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea,

for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Brown

firrs, any thing: the wills aboue be done, but I w

[70]

faine dye a dry death.

 

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