Peer.
The same old song!
'Tis plain you were a cook in life
[The Cook slips from his grasp.
The Cook.
[Sinking.]
Give us this day our [Disappears.
Peer.
Amen, lad!
To the last gasp you were yourself.—
[Draws himself up on to the bottom of the boat.
So long as there is life there's hope
The Strange Passenger.
[Catches hold of the boat.]
Good morning!
Peer.
Hoy!
The Passenger.
I heard you shout.—
It's pleasant finding you again.
Well? So my prophecy came true!
Peer.
Let go! Let go! 'Twill scarce float <g>one</g>!
The Passenger.
I'm striking out with my left leg.
I'll float, if only with their tips
My fingers rest upon this ledge.
But apropos: your body
Peer.
Hush!
