Dutchman. I congratulate you, my boy. Going to have a mother-in-law to take care of thee.
Irishman. Arrah, my friend, you try to strike me hard; but, you bet, I’ll make it warm if the old lady don’t provide me with a latch-key.
Dutchman. Never mind for this von leetle bit o’ chaff, Come with me, and take a little refreshment.
Irishman. But I have to wait for the ship.
Dutchman. That yon ship vill not be here for von whole hour yet. Come, now; thou hast time.
Irishman. Arrah, well said! But what are those black clouds I see?
Dutchman. See yon ship taking in her canvas. Hurry, before we are taken in the storm ourselves. [Exeunt.
(The waves of the artificial sea are now set in motion. Ship enters at the left side, and slowly sails twice across. On its third sail the ship is met by a Steamer, coming in an opposite direction. Voices are heard—“Hard a-port! Where are you coming to?” The Ship and Steamer collide together; voices are again heard—“We are sinking! Get out the life-boat!” The sails of the Sailing[3]Ship become ruffled up, and the Ship gradually sinks beneath the waves—the Steamer passes along uninjured.)