RSC Live The Tempest Part One the Play LEV

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING Boatswain! Boatswain! Here, master what cheer? Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground Bestir, bestir 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! Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men. I pray now, keep below Where is the master, boatswain? Do you not hear him? You mar our labour Keep your cabins, you do assist the storm Nay, good, be patient. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin Silence! Trouble us no. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard None that I more love than myself. Out of our way, I say. I have great comfort from this fellow Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him Down with the topmast! Down with the topmast! Yare! Lower! Lower! Bring her to try with main-course. A CRY WITHIN A plague upon this howling! They are louder than the weather or our office. Yet again! What do you here? Have you a mind to sink? A pox o'your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Work you then. Hang! You insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. I'll warrant him for drowning Though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off. All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost! I'm out of patience. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea For an acre of barren ground The wills above be done! But I would fain die a dry death. If by your art, my dearest father, you have put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, but that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,