“In a Teapot” Productions presents

1. “In a Teapot” Productions presents The Tempest William Shakespeare’s

2. A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard.

3. Heigh my Hearts, cheerly, cheerly, my Harts; yare; yare; take in the Topsail; tend to th’Master’s Whistle… Blow till thou burst thy Wind, if room enough Boatswain Here master. What Cheer? Good; speak to the mariners; fall to’t, yarely, or we run our selves a ground; bestir, bestir

4. Act I. Scene I • 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:

5. A Pox o’ your Throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable Dog. Hang, Cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noisemaker: we are less afraid to be drown’d than thou art. You do as sist the Storm You do assist theStorm. You do assist the Storm You do assist the Storm You do assist the Storm.. Work you then. Remember whom thou hast aboard None whom I love more than my self. You are a Counsellor: if you can command these Elements to Silence, and work the Peace of the Present, we will not hand a rope more. Use your Authority: 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. Down with the topmast.. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o’er and drown? Have you a Mind to sink? I have great comfort from this fellow:Methinks he has no drowning mark on him, his complexion is perfect Gallows.

6. All Lost , to Prayers, to Prayers, all lost. If by your Art, my dearest Father, you have Put the wild Waters into this Roar, allay them: The sky it seems would powre down stinking Pitch But that the Sea, mounting to the welkin’s cheek Dashes the Fire out All Lost , to Prayers, to Prayers, all lost. All Lost , to Prayers, to Prayers, all lost. Let’s all sink wi’th’ King Mercy on us: we Split, we split, we split.

7. 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.

8. Be Collected, no More amazement. 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. Tell your pitteous heartthere's no harme done.

9. '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.

10. Thy 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... Sir, most heedfully The government I cast upon my brother And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies. 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 Thy false uncle— Dost thou attend me? Thou attend'st not O, good sir, I do.