The Tempest

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?
Master: Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall too't, yarely, or we run our selves a ground, bestirre, bestirre.
Enter.
Enter Mariners.
Botes: Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts: yare, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th' Masters whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome enough.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and others.
Alon: Good Boteswaine have care: where's the Master? Play the men.
Botes: I pray now keepe below.