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The Woman.
Nay, nay,
There's now no practicable way;
The footbridge as I came across
Was broken by the foaming foss.
Brand.
Unmoor the boat.
A Man.
It can't be done;
O'er rock and reef the breakers run.
Another.
Down sweeps a blast! See, at a stroke
The whole fjord vanishes in smoke!
A Third.
With waves so wild and wind so rough,
The Dean would put the service off.
Brand.
A sinful soul that nears its end
Waits not until the weather mend!
[Goes down to a boat and looses the sail.]
You'll risk the boat?
The Owner.
I will; but stay!
Brand.
Now, who will risk his <g>life</g>, I say!
A Man.
I'll not go with him.
