_Gonz._ I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks his complexion is perfect gallows: stand fast, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own does little advantage us; if he be not born to be hanged, we shall be drowned. [_Exit._ _Enter_ TRINCALO _and_ STEPHANO. _Trinc._ Up aloft, lads. Come, reef both topsails. _Steph._ Make haste, let's weigh, let's weigh, and off to sea. [_Exit_ STEPH. _Enter two Mariners, and pass over the stage._ _Trinc._ Hands down! Man your main capstorm. _Enter_ MUSTACHO _and_ VENTOSO _at the other door_. _Must._ Up aloft! and man your seere capstorm. _Vent._ My lads, my hearts of gold, get in your capstorm-bar. Hoa up, hoa up! [_Exeunt_ MUSTACHO _and_ VENTOSO. _Enter_ STEPHANO. _Steph._ Hold on well! hold on well! Nip well there; quarter-master, get's more nippers. [_Exit_ STEPH. _Enter two Mariners, and pass over again._ _Trinc._ Turn out, turn out all hands to capstorm. You dogs, is this a time to sleep? Lubbord. Heave together, lads. [TRINCALO _whistles_. [_Exeunt_ MUSTACHO _and_ VENTOSO. _Must. within._ Our vial's broke. _Vent. within._ 'Tis but our vial-block has given way. Come, heave, lads! we are fixed again. Heave together, bullies. _Enter_ STEPHANO. _Steph._ Cut down the hammocks! cut down the hammocks! come, my lads: Come, bullies, chear up! heave lustily. The anchor's apeak. _Trinc._ Is the anchor apeak? _Steph._ Is a weigh! is a weigh. _Trinc._ Up aloft, my lads, upon the fore-castle; cut the anchor, cut him. _All within._ Haul catt, haul catt, haul catt, haul: Haul catt, haul. Below. _Steph._ Aft, aft, and loose the mizen! _Trinc._ Get the mizen-tack aboard. Haul aft mizen-sheet. _Enter_ MUSTACHO. _Must._ Loose the main-top sail! _Steph._ Let him alone, there's too much wind. _Trinc._ Loose fore-sail! haul aft both sheets! trim her right before the wind. Aft! aft! lads, and hale up the mizen here. _Must._ A mackrel-gale, master. _Steph. within._ Port hard, port! the wind veers forward, bring the tack aboard-port is. Starboard, starboard, a little steady; now steady, keep her thus, no nearer you cannot come, 'till the sails are loose. _Enter_ VENTOSO. _Vent._ Some hands down: The guns are loose. [_Exit_ MUST. _Trinc._ Try the pump, try the pump. [_Exit_ VENT. _Enter_ MUSTACHO _at the other door_. _Must._ O master! six foot water in hold. _Steph._ Clap the helm hard aweather! flat, flat, flat-in the fore-sheet there.