Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistie. 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, boatswain?
Boatswain.
Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gonzalo.
Nay, good, be patient.
Boastswain.
When the sea is. Hence! What care 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 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.
