The Tempest - Antonio

ALONSO: Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boatswain: I pray now, keep below.

Boatswain: Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
GONZALO: Nay, good, be patient.

Boatswain: When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin! silence! trouble us not.

GONZALO
Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boatswain
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; 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 way, I say.

Exit

GONZALO
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 advantage. If he be not
born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

Exeunt

Re-enter Boatswain

Boatswain

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.