Bos.
[Nervous vehemence.] Get out, you drunken sot!
Simon.
[Stammering.] I—I—won’t murder you. I—I—have no evil intentions——
Bos.
[Trembling.] Send for a policeman, Kaps. Must that drunken fellow——
Simon.
[Steadying himself by holding to the gate.] No—stay where you are—I’m going—I—I—only wanted to say how nicely it came out—with—with—The Good Hope.
Bos.
You get out, immediately!