Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What cares
these roarers for the name of king? To cabin:
silence! trouble us not. 20
Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast
aboard. 22
Boats. None that I more love than myself.
You are a counsellor: if you can command
these elements to silence, and work the peace
of the present, we will not hand a rope more; 26
use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks
you have lived so long, and make yourself ready
in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if
it so hap.—Cheerly, good hearts!—Out of our 30
way, I say. Exit.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow:
methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him;
his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast,
good Fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his
destiny our cable, for our own doth little ad-
vantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our 37
case is miserable. Exeunt.
Enter Boatswain.
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.— 42
Enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give
o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
34 complexion: appearance
is perfect: perfectly suggests, or prophesies
40 Bring her to try: bring her close to the wind
main-course: mainsail
