| ACT 1
1. SCENE I. On a ship at sea; a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard
 [Enter a SHIPMASTER and a BOATSWAIN severally]
 MASTER.
Boatswain!
 
 BOATSWAIN.
Here, master: what cheer?
 
 MASTER.
Good! Speak to the 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 lived 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.
 
 [Exeunt]
 
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