Cob.
No, you are lying now.
Clementine.
Oh, you are polite!
Cob.
If the Good Hope was rotten, then your father would——
Clementine.
Oh, shut your fool mouth, you’ll make Kneir anxious. Quick, Kneir, shut the door, for the lamp.
Kneirtje.
[Entering with Jo.] Good thing we looked.