NORTH.
For sake of the ancient houses of the Sewards and the Bullers, sit where you are. We are already in four fathom water.
TALBOYS.
The Lines?
BILLY.
Nea, nea—Mister Talboys. Nane shall steer Perch when He's afloat but t' auld commodore.
NORTH.
Shove off, lads.
TALBOYS.