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Mast. Boatswain!

Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to 't

yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir,

bestir.

Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my

hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend

to the master's whistle—Blow, till thou burst

thy wind, if room enough!

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's

the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our

labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the

storm.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

 3 Good: good friend

4 yarely: nimbly 