SCENE 1
On a ship at sea; a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard
[Enter a SHIPMASTER and a BOATSWAIN]
MASTER. Boatswain! BOATSWAIN. Here, master; what cheer?
MASTER. Good! Speak to th\' mariners; fall to\'t yarely, or we run
ourselves aground; bestir, bestir. [Exit]
[Enter MARINERS]
BOATSWAIN. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare,
yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to th\' master\'s whistle. Blow till thou burst
thy wind, if room enough.
[Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND
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, boson? 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 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 liv\'d 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. Exit 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 hang\'d, our case is miserable.