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Peer.
I need my life far more than you,
For I am lone and childless still.
The Cook.
Let go! You've lived, and I am young!
Peer.
Quick; haste you; sink;—you drag us down.
The Cook.
Have mercy! Yield in heaven's name!
There's none to miss and mourn for you—
[His hands slips; he screams
I'm drowning!
Peer.
[Seizing him.]
By this wisp of hair
I'll hold you; say your Lord's Prayer, quick!
The Cook.
I can't remember; all turns black
Peer.
Come, the essentials in a word!
The Cook.
Give us this day!
Peer.
Skip that part, Cook;
You'll get all <g>you</g> need, safe enough.
The Cook.
Give us this day
