Mast. Good,[366-1] speak to the mariners: fall to’t yarely,[366-2] or we run ourselves a-ground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.
Enter Mariners.
Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the top-sail. Tend to the master’s whistle. [Exeunt Mariners.]—Blow till thou burst thy wind,[366-3] if room enough![366-4]
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and Others.
Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where’s the master? Play the men.[366-5]
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Anto. Where is the master, boatswain?
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins; you do assist the storm.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.