Trinculo.

Up aloft, lads; come reef both top-sails; hands down, man your main capstern. Hey, hey, my hearts—cheerly my lads, cheerly— helm a lee! yare, yare, (whistle) tend to the boatswain's whistle—Luff boys, luff! Blow wind till thou burst, if room enough—hoa, there, keep down the land lubbers—

Stephano.

Our vial block's given way—Come, heave, lads heave. Hee oh! hee oh! hee oh! hee ho! Cheer up, heave lustily, the anchor's a peek— hee oh, hee oh, hee oh, hee oh.

Trinculo.

Is a weigh! is a weigh!—Up aloft upon the forecastle, lads; cut the cable, hand the ax, cut him, cut him.

Mariners.

Hee oh, hee oh—

Trinculo.

Cut the cable I say.

Mariners.

Haul cat, haul cat—below, below, below, &c.

Stephano.

Get the mizen tack on board. Haul aft the mizen, oho there—keep to your cabin gentlemen —aft, and loose the mizen. Let loose the foresail—haul aft both sheets—time right before the wind—luff, luff—cheerly, my lads, cheerly.

Trinculo.

Hussa for a dram! Post hard, post; the wind veers forward; come, 'tis but a mackarel gale —starboard, starboard—steady, steady, keep her thus—

Stephano.

Clap the helm hard a weather; flat, flat, flat; in the foresheet there; brace in the larboard. (a cry below) Curse upon this bawling, they are worse than the weather. Mercy upon us, we strike.

Trinculo.

Then let's break down the steward's lockers, drink his brandy, and die merrily; we sink, we sink, but there's pleasure, since we drown with the Duke and the Prince—luff, luff, we are lost, there's a rock upon the starboard bow—she strikes, she strikes—

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