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[Scratching his head.]

Nay, nay, I draw the line somewhere or other! In Jesus' name, remember, pray, At home I've children and a wife.

He whom you mention had a mother.

Ay, that was in the times of yore;— Then marvels were of every day; Such things don't happen any more.

Go home. You travel in death's track. You know not God, God knows not you.

Hoo, you are stern!

[Pulling him away.]

Come back! come back

Ay, ay; but he must follow too!

Must I?

Ay, if I let you bide Up here in this accursed weather, And rumour told, what we can't hide, That you and we set out together, I'm haul'd some morning to the dock,—