1    Boatswain!

2    Here, master: what cheer?

3    Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,
4    or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

5    Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!
6    yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the
7    master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,
8    if room enough!

9    Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?
10   Play the men.

11   I pray now, keep below.

12   Where is the master, boatswain?

13   Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your
14   cabins: you do assist the storm.

15   Nay, good, be patient.

16   When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers
17   for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.

18   Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

19   None that I more love than myself. You are a
20   counsellor; if you can command these elements to
21   silence, and work the peace of the present, we will
22   not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you
23   cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make
24   yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of
25   the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
26   of our way, I say.

27   I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he
28   hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is
29   perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his
30   hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,
31   for our own doth little advantage. If he be not
32   born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

33   Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
34   her to try with main-course.
A cry within
35   A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
36   the weather or our office.
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37   Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er
38   and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

39   A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
40   incharitable dog!

41   Work you then.

42   Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
43   We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

44   I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were
45   no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
46   unstanched wench.

47   Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to
48   sea again; lay her off.

49   All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

50   What, must our mouths be cold?

51   The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
52   For our case is as theirs.

53   I'm out of patience.

54   We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
55   This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning
56   The washing of ten tides!

57   He'll be hang'd yet,
58   Though every drop of water swear against it
59   And gape at widest to glut him.

60   Let's all sink with the king.

61   Let's take leave of him.

62   Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
63   acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
64   thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
65   die a dry death.