(Soloman reappears with a lighted candle.)
The lad that rode the dolphin, did he get
To land?
Soloman—He stayed upon the sea.
Andrew— And drowned?
Soloman—Turned buccaneer and sacked the christian ships
And sold the spoil in Jewry. (Andrew walks away.)
Don't you wish
To hear it? The tale goes on to tell
How Hugh de Bouillon, cruising in the East,
Found him upon a cliff and took him down
From off a gibbet where the sea-gulls flew,
And with his harp upon the deck at night
He made the sea-lads merry with his songs.
Let's have them now, here at the gates of heaven,
Far off from dead men crying in the sea.
Andrew—What makes the lightning go that way, zigzag?
Soloman—The Devil broke it on a gibbet—
Andrew— Tush!
Soloman—And hung it upon a sea-cliff.
Andrew—Tush, tush, lad!
Don't make game o' the old man. If he's bent,
It's with prayer. (He comes back to the window.)