Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A plague o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off.
Prospero: 'I have done nothing but in care of thee' (page 11).