Cob.
Take care of the lamp chimney.
Clementine.
[At the window.] Oh! Oh! Oh! What a gale! [Returning to the table.] Cobus, I’ll thank God when the Good Hope is safely in.
Cob.
Tja. No ship is safe tonight. But the Hope is an old ship, and old ships are the last to go down.
Clementine.
That’s what you say.
Cob.
No, that’s what every old sailor says. Have a bowl, Miss?