[He goes forward. It has fallen dark; lights are lit in the cabin. The sea increases. Fog and thick clouds.
Peer.
To have a whole bevy of youngsters at home;—
Still to dwell in their minds as a coming delight;—
To have others’ thoughts follow you still on your path!—
There’s never a soul gives a thought to me.—
Lights in the sconces! I’ll put out those lights.
I will hit upon something!—I’ll make them all drunk;—
Not one of the devils shall go sober ashore.
They shall all come home drunk to their children and wives!