Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tempest/Act 1 Scene 1

THE
TEMPEST.


Actus primus, Scena prima


A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard:
Enter a Ship-master and a Boteswaine
Master.
BOte-swaine.

Botes.
Heere Master: What cheere?

Mast.
Good: Speake to th’ Mariners: fall
too't yarely, or we run our selues a ground,
Exit.bestirre, bestirre.

Enter Mariners

Botes.
Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:
yare, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th' Master's
whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome enough.

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando,
Gonzalo, and others

Alon.
Good Boteswaine haue care: where's the Master?
Play the men.

Botes.
I pray now keepe below.

Anth.
Where is the Master, Boson?

Botes.
Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,
Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.

Gonz.
Nay, good be patient.

Botes.
When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roarers
for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble us not.

Gon.
Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord.

Botes.
None that I more loue then myselfe. You are
a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to silence,
and worke the peace of the present, wee will not
hand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot,
giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your
selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the
houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our
Exit.way I say.

Gon.
I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks
he hath no drowning marke vpon him: his complexion
is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his hanging,
make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our
owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee
Exit.hang'd, our case is miserable.

Enter Boteswaine.

Botes.
Downe with the top-Mast: yare, lower, lower,
bring her to Try with Main-course. A plague——
A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio, and Gonzalo.
vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,
or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we
giue ore, and drowne, haue you a minde to sinke?

Sebas.
A poxe o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous
incharitable Dog.

Botes.
Worke you then.

Anth.
Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noysemaker,
we are lesse afraid to be drownde, than thou art.

Gonz.
I'll warrant him for drowning, though the
Ship were no stronger than a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as
an unstanched wench.

Botes.
Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off
to Sea againe, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mari.
All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost.

Botes.
What must our mouths be cold?

Gonz.
The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them,
for our case is as theirs.

Sebas.
I'am out of patience.

An.
We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,
This wide-chopt rascall, would thou mightst lye
drowning the washing of ten Tides.

Gonz.
Hee'l be hang'd yet,
Though euery drop of water sweare against it,
A confused noyse within.And gape at widst to glut him.
Mercy on vs.
We split, we split! Farewell my wife, and children,
Farewell brother: we split, we split, we split.

Anth.
Let's all sink with’ King.

Seb.
Exit.Let's take leaue of him.

Gonz.
Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea,
for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne
firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would
Exit.faine dye a dry death.