Kneir.
Ach, yes, Meneer—Ach, yes——
Bos.
Haven’t I always treated you well?
Kneir.
Yes, Meneer—you and the priest——
Bos.
One of your sons refuses to go, the other—you’ll come to a bad end, my little friend.
Geert.
Haul in your fore sheet! On board I’m a sailor—I’m the skipper here. Such a topsy turvy! A ship owner layin’ down the law; don’t do this and don’t do that! Boring his nose through the window when you don’t sing to suit him.