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No, nor I.

It were just putting out to die!

Your God helps none across the fjord; Remember, though, that mine's on board!

[Wringing her hands.]

He'll die unsaved!

[Calling from the boat.]

One will avail To bail the leakage, shift the sail; Come, one of you that lately gave; Give now to death and to the grave

[Shrinking back.]

Never ask such-like of us!

[Menacingly.]

Land! 'Tis overbold to tempt God's hand!

See, the storm thickens!

The ropes break!