[Panting.] The Good Hope is no good, no good—her ribs are rotten—the planking is rotten!——
Kneir.
Don’t stand there telling stories to excuse yourself. After half past two! March!——
Bar.
[Almost crying.] If you don’t believe me!
Kneir.
I won’t listen. March! or I’ll slap your face.
Bar.
Strike me then! Strike me then! Ah, God! keep Geert from going! Simon the ship carpenter warned me.
Kneir.