Here , master ; what cheer ? Heigh , my hearts ! cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ! yare , yare ! Take in the topsail . Tend to th ’ master 's whistle . Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough . I pray now , keep below . Do you not hear him ? You mar our labour ; keep your cabins ; you do assist the storm . When the sea is . Hence ! What cares these roarers for the name of king ? To cabin ! silence ! Trouble us not . None that I more love than myself . You are 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 liv 'd so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap. - Cheerly , good hearts ! - Out of our way , I say . Down with the topmast . Yare , lower , lower ! Bring her to try wi ’ th ’ maincourse .A plague upon this howling ! They are louder than the weather or our office .Yet again ! What do you here ? Shall we give o'er , and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ? Work you , then . Lay her a-hold , a-hold ; set her two courses ; off to sea again ; lay her off . What , must our mouths be cold ? The best news is that we have safely found Our King and company ; the next , our ship- Which but three glasses since we gave out split- Is tight and yare , and bravely rigg 'd , as when We first put out to sea . If I did think , sir , I were well awake , I 'd strive to tell you . We were dead of sleep , And-how , we know not-all clapp 'd under hatches ; Where , but even now , with strange and several noises Of roaring , shrieking , howling , jingling chains , And moe diversity of sounds , all horrible , We were awak 'd ; straightway at liberty ; Where we , in all her trim , freshly beheld Our royal , good , and gallant ship ; our master Cap'ring to eye her . On a trice , so please you , Even in a dream , were we divided from them , And were brought moping hither .