The Mate.
Are there men on the wreck?
The Look-out.
I can just see three!
Peer.
Quick: lower the stern boat
The Captain.
She'd fill ere she floated.
[Goes forward.
Peer.
Who can think of that now?
[To some of the crew.
If you're men, to the rescue!
What the devil, if you should get a bit of a ducking.
The Boatswain.
It's out of the question in such a sea.
Peer.
They are screaming again! There's a lull in the wind.—
Cook, will you risk it? Quick! I will pay
The Cook.
No, not if you offered me twenty pounds-sterling[1]
Peer.
You hounds! You chicken-hearts! Can you forget
These are men that have goodwives and children at home?
There they're sitting and waiting
- ↑ So in original.
