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 he ranks,
 * amid the press we'd all be drowned;
 * and then where would the profit be?

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Accurst! So near to fortune's summit,
 * and now stopped short beside its grave!

MR. COTTON [shakes his fist towards the yacht].
 * That long black chest holds coffered up
 * the nabob's golden nigger-sweat-!

VON EBERKOPF
 * A royal notion! Quick! Away!
 * It's all up with his empire now!
 * Hurrah!

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * What would you?

VON EBERKOPF
 * Seize the power!
 * The crew can easily be bought.
 * On board then! I annex the yacht!

MR. COTTON
 * You-what-?

VON EBERKOPF
 * I grab the whole concern!
 * [Goes down to the jolly-boat.]

MR. COTTON
 * Why then self-interest commands me
 * to grab my share.
 * [Goes after him.]

TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * What scoundrelism!

MO