Transcript In a Teapot” Productions presents

“In a Teapot”
Productions presents
William
Shakespeare’s
A tempestuous noise of Thunder
and Lightning heard.
Heigh my Hearts, cheerly,
cheerly, my
Harts; yare; yare; take in
Here master. What Cheer?
the Topsail; tend to
Good;
speak to the mariners;
fall to’t,
th’Master’s
Whistle…
yarely, or we run our selves a ground; bestir,
Blow
till thou burst thy
bestir
Wind, if room enough
Boatswain
Act I. Scene I
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Where’s the Master?
Play the Men.
I pray now keep
below.
Where is the Master,
Boson?
Do you not hear him?
You mar our Labour,
Keep to your Cabins:
A
Pox
o’
your
Hang,
hang,
you
You Cur,
do assist
the Storm.
You
You
Remember whom
thou hast aboard
Throat,
you
Work
you then.
You
You
None
whom I love more than my
self.
whoreson
insolent
do if you can commanddothese
You
are a Counsellor:
bawling,
do
Elements to Silence, and do
work the Peace of the
Present,
we will not hand a rope more. Use
your are less
Noisemaker:
we
blasphemous,
assist
ascannot, give thanks assist
Authority: if you
you have lived
so long,
and make yourself ready in yourassist
Cabin for the mischance of the
incharitable
the
Hour,
if it so hap. to
Yet
again?
What
afraid
be
drown’d
Down
with
the
topmast..
sist
do you here? Shall we give o’er and drown?
the
Dog.
Have you a Mind tothe
sink?
Storm..
than thou
art.
theStorm
Storm
Storm
I have great comfort from this fellow:
Methinks he has no drowning mark on him,
his complexion is perfect Gallows.
If
your,Art,
myLost
dearest
AllbyLost
All
, Father, you
haveto Prayers, to Prayers,
Put the wildto
Waters into this
Roar,
to
All Lost ,
allay them:
Prayers, Prayers,
to
Prayers,
The sky it seems would powre down
all
all
to
stinking Pitch
Let’s all sink wi’th’ King
lost.
lost.
Prayers,
But that the Sea, mounting to the
all
welkin’s
cheek
Mercy on us:
lost.the Fire out
Dashes
we Split, we split, we split.
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 Heart
Poor Souls, they perished.
Had I been a God of any power, I would
Have sunk the Sea within the Earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow’d
and the fraughting Souls within her.
Be
No harme:
Collected,
I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
More
(Of thee my deere one; theeTell
myno
daughter)
your
who
pitteous
amazeme
Art ignorant of what thou art,
naught
heart
nt.
knowing
there's no
Of whence I am: nor that I harme
am more
better
done.
Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell,
And thy no greater Father.
'Tis time
I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
And 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'd
The very vertue of compassion in thee:
I haue with such prouision in mine Art
So safely ordered, that there is no soule
No not so much perdition as an hayre
Betid to any creature in the vessell
Which 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.
Thy false uncle—Being once perfected
how to grant
Sir, suits,
most heedfully
How to deny them, who to advance and
whoThe government I
My brother and thy
cast upon
my
To trash
for
over-topping,
new created
uncle, call'd AntonioThy
false
uncle—
brother
The creatures
that were mine, I say, or
And
to'em,
my
he whom
nextstate
thyself
changed
Dost
attend
me?
grew
stranger,
Ofset
allthou
the
world
I
loved
all hearts i' the state
and to
him put
being
transported
To what tune pleased
O, good sir, his
I do. ear...
The manage
my state
And
rapt inofsecret
studies.
Thou attend'st not