Enter two Mariners, and pass over again.
Trinc. Turn out, turn out all hands to capstorm. You dogs, is this a time to sleep? Lubbord. Heave together, lads.
[Trincalo whistles.
[Exeunt Mustacho and Ventoso.
Must. within. Our vial's broke.
Vent. within. 'Tis but our vial-block has given way. Come, heave, lads! we are fixed again. Heave together, bullies.
Enter Stephano.
Steph. Cut down the hammocks! cut down the hammocks! come, my lads: Come, bullies, chear up! heave lustily. The anchor's apeak.
Trinc. Is the anchor apeak?
Steph. Is a weigh! is a weigh.
Trinc. Up aloft, my lads, upon the fore-castle; cut the anchor, cut him.
All within. Haul catt, haul catt, haul catt, haul: Haul catt, haul. Below.