Trinc. Here, master, what say you?
Steph. Ill weather; let's off to sea.
Must. Let's have sea room enough, and then let it blow the devil's head off.
Steph. Boy! Boy!
Enter Cabin Boy.
Boy. Yaw, yaw, here, master.
Steph. Give the pilot a dram of the bottle.
[Exeunt Stephano and boy.
Enter Mariners, and pass over the stage.
Trinc. Bring the cable to the capstorm.
Enter Alonso, Antonio, and Gonzalo.