The Tempest
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- Boatswain! Speak to the mariners:fall to't yarely or we run ourselves aground bestir, bestir.
- Here master what cheer!
- Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to themaster's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,if room enough
- Good Boatswain have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
- You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
- Good, yet to remember whom thou hast aboard.
- When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence: trouble us not
- We split, we split
- We split, we split, we split!
- Mercy on us
- All lost! to prayers, to prayers!
- Farewell my wife and children
- None that I more love than myself . Down with the topmast ! Yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course.
- Farewell good brother.
- I would fain die a dry death!
- Lets take leave of him!
- Lets all sink with the king!
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