““In a Teapot” Productions presentsIn a Teapot” Productions presents

William William Shakespeare’sShakespeare’s

A A tempestuoustempestuous noise of noise of ThunderThunder and and LightningLightning heard. heard.

Here master. What Cheer?

Good; speak to the mariners; fall to’t,yarely, or we run our selves a ground; bestir,bestir

BoatswainBoatswainHeigh my Hearts, cheerly, cheerly, myHarts; yare; yare; take in the Topsail; tend to th’Master’s Whistle…Blow till thou burst thy Wind, if room enough

Act I. Scene IAct I. Scene I

Where’s the Master? Where’s the Master? Play the Men.Play the Men.

I pray now keep I pray now keep below.below.

Where is the Master, Where is the Master, Boson?Boson?

Do you not hear him? Do you not hear him? You mar our Labour, You mar our Labour, Keep to your Cabins:Keep to your Cabins:

YoYou u ddoo as assisist tst thhee StormStorm.. Remember whom thou hast aboard

None whom I love more than my self. You are a Counsellor: if you can command theseElements to Silence, and work the Peace of the Present, we will not hand a rope more. Use yourAuthority: 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.

I have great comfort from this fellow:Methinks he has no drowning mark on him,his complexion is perfect Gallows.

Down with the topmast..Yet again? Whatdo you here? Shall we give o’er and drown?Have you a Mind to sink?

A Pox o’ your Throat, you bawling,blasphemous, incharitable Dog.

Work you then.Hang, Cur, hang, you whoreson insolentNoisemaker: we are less afraid to be drown’d than thou art.

You do

assist the

Storm..

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sist the

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Storm

All Lost , to Prayers,

to Prayers,

all lost. Let’s all sink wi’th’ King

All Lost , to Prayers,

to Prayers,

all lost.

Mercy on us:we Split, we split, we split.

All Lost , to Prayers,

to Prayers,

all lost.

If by your Art, my dearest Father, you If by your Art, my dearest Father, you havehavePut the wild Waters into this Roar, Put the wild Waters into this Roar, allay them:allay them:The sky it seems would powre down The sky it seems would powre down stinking Pitchstinking PitchBut that the Sea, mounting to the But that the Sea, mounting to the welkin’s cheekwelkin’s cheekDashes the Fire outDashes the Fire out

Oh I have suffered with those I saw Suffer: a brave vessel,Who had no doubt, some noble creature in her,Dash’d all to pieces. O the cry did knock Against my very HeartPoor Souls, they perished. Had I been a God of any power, I would Have sunk the Sea within the Earth or ereIt should the good ship so have swallow’dand the fraughting Souls within her.

Be Collected, no More amazement.

Tell your pitteous heartthere's no harme done.

No harme:I haue done nothing, but in care of thee (Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) whoArt ignorant of what thou art, naught knowingOf whence I am: nor that I am more betterThen Prospero, Master of a full poore cell,And thy no greater Father.

'Tis timeI should informe thee farther: Lend thy handAnd plucke my Magick garment from me: So, Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'dThe very vertue of compassion in thee:I haue with such prouision in mine ArtSo safely ordered, that there is no souleNo not so much perdition as an hayreBetid to any creature in the vessellWhich thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit For thou must now know farther

The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,Obey, and be attentiue.

My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--

he whom next thyself

Of all the world I loved and to him put

The manage of my state

The government I cast upon my brother And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies.

Thy false uncle—

Dost thou attend me?

Sir, most heedfullyThy false uncle—Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,

set all hearts i' the state To what tune pleased his ear...

Thou attend'st notO, good sir, I do.