ALONSO, King of Naples.
SEBASTIAN, his brother.
PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan.
ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan.
FERDINAND, son to the King of Naples.
GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor.
CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.
TRINCULO, a Jester.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
Master of a Ship.
Boatswain.
Mariners.
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MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE I. On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter A SHIP-MASTER and A BOATSWAIN.
MAST. Boatswain!
BOATS. Here, master: what cheer?
MAST. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to ât, yarely,1 or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
[Exit.
Enter MARINERS.
BOATS. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the masterâs whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!2
Enter ALONSO, SEABASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others.
ALON. Good boatswain, have care. Whereâs the master? Play the men.
BOATS. I pray now, keep below.
ANT. Where is the master, boatswain?
BOATS. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
GON. Nay, good,3 be patient.
BOATS. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.
CON. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
BOATS. 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 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.
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 hanged, our case is miserable.
[Exeunt.
Re-enter BOATSWAIN.
BOATS. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course.4 [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and CONZALO.
Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give oâer, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
SEB. A pox oâ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
BOATS. Work you, then.
ANT. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noise-maker. We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
CON. I âll warrant him for drowning;5 though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
BOATS. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses;6 off to sea again; lay her off.
Enter MARINERS wet.
MARINERS. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
BOATS. What, must our mouths be cold?7
GON. The king and prince at prayers! let âs assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
SEB. I âm out of patience.
ANT. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chappâd rascal,âwould thou mightst lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!8
CON. He âll be hangâd yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at widest to glut9 him.
[A confused noise within: âMercy on us!ââ
âWe split, we split!âââFarewell my wife and children!ââ
âFarewell, brother!âââWe split, we split, we split!â]
ANT. Let âs all sink with the king.
SEB. Let âs take leave of him.
[Exeunt Ant. and Seb.
CON. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
[Exeunt.