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- ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE
Boatswain. Work you, then.
Antonio. Hang, cur ! hang, you whoreson, insolent noise-
maker. We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Oonzalo. I '11 warrant him for drowning ; though the ship were
no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched
wench.
Boatswain. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ! set her two courses ; off
to sea again ; lay her ofT.
[Enter Mariners wet.]
Mariners. All lost I to prayers, to prayers ! all lost 1
Boatswain. What, must our mouths be cold?
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