Antonio: Where is the master, boatswain?Boatswain: Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins; you do assist the storm.Gonzalo: Nay, good, be patient.Boatswain: When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin! silence! Trouble us not.Gonzalo: Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.Boatswain: 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.