A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.
BOATSWAIN Here, master. What cheer?
MASTER Good, speak to th’ mariners. Fall to ’t yarely,
or we run ourselves aground. Bestir, bestir!
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
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo,
ALONSO Good boatswain, have care. Where’s the Master?
Play the men.
BOATSWAIN I pray now, keep below.
ANTONIO Where is the Master, boatswain?
BOATSWAIN Do you not hear him? You mar our labor.
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
BOATSWAIN None that I more love than myself. You are
a councillor; 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