FATH. P. (laughing to sea-sick passenger.) Now you’ll be all right.
2d L. P. Oh, I am afraid of storms!
FATH. P. You should have no patience with fear.
2d L. P. (whimsically) I haven’t.
FATH. P. God is all powerful, He will provide.
MAR. How dark it’s getting! (faint thunder.)
M. AUG. (to Mariana and nuns.) Will you come? (exeunt Mariana, Mother Augustus and nuns.)
3d L. P. Ugh! Feel those swells!
1st L. P. Don’t! (lightning.)