“In a Teapot” Productions presents William Shakespeare’s

A tempestuous tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning Lightning heard.

Here master. What Cheer? Good; speak to the mariners; fall to’t, yarely, or we run our selves a ground; bestir, bestir Boatswain 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

Act I. Scene I n Where’s the Master? Play the Men. n I pray now keep below. n Where is the Master, Boson? n Do you not hear him? You mar our Labour, Keep to your Cabins:

You do assist the Storm. 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. I have great comfort from this fellow: Methinks he has no drowning mark on him, his complexion is perfect Gallows. Down with the topmast.. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o’er and drown? Have you a Mind to sink? A Pox o’ your Throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable Dog. Work you then. Hang, Cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noisemaker: we are less afraid to be drown’d than thou art. You do assist the Storm.. You do assist the Storm You do as sist the Storm You do assist the Storm

All Lost, to Prayers, to Prayers, all lost. Let’s all sink wi’th’ King All Lost, to Prayers, to Prayers, all lost. Mercy on us: we Split, we split, we split. 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

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 Collected, no More amazeme nt. Tell your pitteous heart there's no harme done. No harme: I haue done nothing, but in care of thee (Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing Of whence I am: nor that I am more better 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.

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