Your father lies somewhere in the sea. Never would he have looked at you again—And he also had a great deal to put up with.
Geert.
I’m glad I’m different—not so submissive—It’s a great honor to let them walk over you! I have no fish blood in me—Now then, is it to go on raining?
Kneir.
[Embracing him.] If you would only repent.
Geert.
[Flaring up.] I’d knock the teeth out of his jaw tomorrow.
Kneir.
How did it happen?
Jo.