The Boatswain.
Were they married, as you think,
There are three new-baked widows even now in the world.
[The storm increases. Peer Gynt moves away aft.
Peer.
There is no faith left among men any more,—
No Christianity,—well may they say it and write it;—
Their good deeds are few and their prayers are still fewer,
And they pay no respect to the Powers above them.—
In a storm like to-night’s, he’s a terror, the Lord is.