What the devil, if you should get a bit of a ducking.
The Boatswain.
It’s out of the question in such a sea.
Peer.
They are screaming again! There’s a lull in the wind.—
Cook, will you risk it? Quick! I will pay——
The Cook.
No, not if you offered me twenty pounds-sterling[[111]]——
Peer.
You hounds! You chicken-hearts! Can you forget