1 The master and the boatswain Being awake, enforce them to this place, And presently, I prithee.
2 Our hint of woe Is common; every day some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant Have just our theme of woe.
3 The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner and his mate, Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate.
4 I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
5 We were dead of sleep And--how, we know not--all clapped under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awaked, straightway at liberty, Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship, our master Cap'ring to eye her.