Antonio, Gonzalo, and Others.
Alo.
Good boatswain, have care. Where's the
master? Play the men.
Boa.
I pray now, keep below.
Ant.
Where is the master, boatswain?
Boa.
Do you not hear him? You mar our labour;
-- 4 --
Keep your cabins; You do assist the storm.
Gon.
Nay, good, be patient.
Boa.
When the sea is. Hence. What care note note these
roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence:
trouble us not.
Gon.
Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boa.
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 note present, we will
not hand a rope more, use your authority: if you
cannot, note 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.
Gon.
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.
[Exeunt.
Re-enter Boatswain.
Boa.
Down with the top-mast; yare, lower, lower;
bring her to try with main-course. [Cry within.] A
plague upon this howling! they are louder than the
weather, or our office.—
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
Yet again?—What do you here? Shall we give o'er,
and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb.
A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous,
incharitable dog!
Boa.
Work you then.
-- 5 --
Ant.
Hang, cur, hang! you whorson insolent noise-maker!
we are less afraid to be drown'd, than thou art.
Gon.
I'll warrant him for drowning note; though the
ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as
an unstanch'd wench.
Boa.
Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses
off to sea again, lay her off.
[Cry again.
Enter Mariners, wet.
Mar.
All lost; to prayers, to prayers; all lost!
[Exeunt Mariners.
Boa.
What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon.
The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them;
For our case is as theirs.
Seb.
I'm out of patience.
Ant.
We are meerly cheated of our lives by drunkards.—
This wide-chopt rascal; 'Would, thou might'st lye drowning,
The washing of ten tides!
Gon.
He'll be hang'd yet;
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut note him.—Mercy on us!
[A confus'd Noise within.—We split, we split!14Q0002
—Farewel my wife and children!—Farewel,
brother!—We split, we split, we split!
Ant.
Let's all sink wi' the king.
[Exit.
Seb.
Let's take leave of him.
[Exit.
Gon.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea
for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze,
any note thing: The wills above be done, but I would fain
dye a dry death.
[Exeunt.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
