Just think of the wrecks that to-night will be shattered;—
And think, too, what corpses will drive ashore!
Peer.
Lord save us!
The Passenger.
Have ever you seen a man strangled,
Or hanged,—or drowned?
Peer.
This is going too far!
The Passenger.
The corpses all laugh. But their laughter is forced;
And the most part are found to have bitten their tongues.
Peer.
Hold off from me!
The Passenger.
Only one question, pray!
If we, for example, should strike on a rock,
And sink in the darkness
Peer.
You think there is danger?
The Passenger.
I really don't know what I ought to say.
But suppose, now, I float and you go to the bottom
Peer.
Oh, rubbish
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