On a ship at sea: a
tempestuous noise of
thunder and lightning heard.
Boatswain
Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!
yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the 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?
Boatswain I pray now, keep below.
ANTONIO Where is the master, boatswain?
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!
ANTONIO This wide-chapp’d rascal–would
thou mightst lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!
GONZALO He’ll be hang’d yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it
And gape at widest to glut him.
[A confused noise within: ‘Mercy on us!’–
‘We split, we split!’–‘Farewell, my wife and
children!’– ‘Farewell, brother!’–
‘We split, we split, we split!’]
ANTONIO Let’s all sink with the king.
SEBASTIAN Let’s take leave of him.
[Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN]
GONZALO 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.
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