- Critical Introduction
- The Tempest, Modern
- The Tempest, Folio 1, 1623 (Old-spelling transcription)
- First Folio
- Brandeis University
- New South Wales
T E M P E S T.
1 A ct us primus, Scena prima.
2 A tempe s t uo us noi s e of Thunder and Lightning heard: En -
3 ter a Ship-ma s t er, and a Bote s waine.
4 Ma s t er.
5BOte- s waine.
6 Bote s . Heere Ma s t er: What cheere?
7 Ma s t . Good: Speake to th'Mariners: fall
8too't, yarely, or we run our s elues a ground,
9be s t irre, be s t irre. Exit.
10 Enter Mariners.
11 Bote s . Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:
12yare, yare: Take in the toppe- s ale: Tend to th'Ma s t ers
13whi s t le: Blow till thou bur s t thy winde, if roome e -
15 Enter Alon s o, Seba s t ian, Anthonio, Ferdinando,
16Gonzalo, and others.
17 Alon. Good Bote s waine haue care: where's the Ma -
18 s t er? Play the men.
19 Bote s . I pray now keepe below.
20 Anth. Where is the Ma s t er, Bo s on?
21 Bote s . Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,
22Keepe your Cabines: you do a s si s t the s t orme.
23 Gonz. Nay, good be patient.
24 Bote s . When the Sea is: hence, what cares the s e roa -
25rers for the name of King? to Cabine; s i lence: trouble
27 Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou ha s t aboord.
28 Bote s . None that I more loue then my s elfe. You are
29a Coun s ellor, if you can command the s e Elements to s i -
30lence, and worke the peace of the pre s ent, wee will not
31hand a rope more, v s e your authoritie: If you cannot,
32giue thankes you haue liu'd s o long, and make your
33 s elfe readie in your Cabine for the mi s chance of the
34houre, if it s o hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our
35way I s ay. Exit.
36 Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks
37he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion
38is perfe ct Gallowes: s t and fa s t good Fate to his han -
39ging, make the rope of his de s t iny our cable, for our
40owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee
41hang'd, our ca s e is mi s erable. Exit.
42 Enter Bote s waine.
43 Bote s . Downe with the top-Ma s t : yare, lower, lower,
44bring her to Try with Maine-cour s e. A plague ---
45 A cry within. Enter Seba s t ian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.
46vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,
47or our of fi ce: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we
48giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to s i nke?
49 Seba s . A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, bla s phe -
50mous incharitable Dog.
51 Bote s . Worke you then.
52 Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whore s on in s olent Noy s e -
53maker, we are le s s e afraid to be drownde, then thou art.
54 Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the
55Ship were no s t ronger then a Nutt- s h ell, and as leaky as
56an vn s t anched wench.
57 Bote s . Lay her a hold, a hold, s et her two cour s es o ff
58to Sea againe, lay her o ff .
59 Enter Mariners wet.
60 Mari. All lo s t , to prayers, to prayers, all lo s t .
61 Bote s . What mu s t our mouths be cold?
62 Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's a s s i s t them,
63for our ca s e is as theirs.
64 Seba s . I'am out of patience.
65 An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,
66This wide-chopt-ra s call, would thou might s t lye drow -
67ning the wa s h ing of ten Tides.
68 Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,
69Though euery drop of water s weare again s t it,
70And gape at wid s t to glut him. A confu s ed noy s e within.
71Mercy on vs.
72We s plit, we s plit, Farewell my wife, and children,
73Farewell brother: we s plit, we s plit, we s plit.
74 Anth. Let's all s i nke with' King
75 Seb. Let's take leaue of him. Exit.
76 Gonz. Now would I giue a thou s and furlongs of Sea,
77for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne
78 fi rrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would
79faine dye a dry death. Exit.
