A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard Enter
a MASTER and a BOATSWAIN
Here, master. What cheer?
Good, speak to th' mariners. Fall to ’t
yarely, or we run ourselves aground. Bestir, bestir.
Heigh, my hearts! Cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! Yare! Yare!
5Take in the topsail.—Tend to th'
master’s whistle.—Blow, till thou burst thy
wind, if room enough!
FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others
Good Boatswain, have care. Where’s the Master?
Play the men.
I pray now, keep below.
Where is the Master, Boatswain?