Saart.
[Looking in his pocket.] Look out! Or you’ll break Meneer’s cigars. Old thief! [He smiles.] Kaps, do you want to make a guilder?
Kaps.
That depends.
Saart.
I’m engaged to Bol, the skipper.
Kaps.
I congratulate you!
Saart.
He’s lying here, with a load of peat for the city. Now, how can I marry him?