BOATMAN.
It’s veering round—I knew it would! off with her head! stand by!
MRS. F.
Off with her head! whose? where? what with?—an axe I seem to spy!
BOATMAN.
She can’t not keep her own, you see; we shall have to pull her in!
MRS. F.
They’ll drown me, and take all I have! my life’s not worth a pin!
BOATMAN.
Look out you know, be ready, Bill—just when she takes the sand!