Kaps.
Stay on that side of the railing.
Saart.
Sweet beast! You make me tired. Mynheer Bos just went round the corner. [Warms herself.] No use asking about the Hope. Jesus! Seven families. How lucky that outside of the children there were three unmarried men on board. Nothing washed ashore anywhere?
Kaps.
No, no!
Saart.
Now, don’t eat me up.
Kaps.
I wish you’d stay behind the railing. What do you want?