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to have others' thoughts follow you still on your path!-
There's never a soul gives a thought to me.-
Lights in the sconces! I'll put out those lights.
I will hit upon something!-I'll make them all drunk;-
not one of the devils shall go sober ashore.
They shall all come home drunk to their children and wives!
They shall curse; bang the table till it rings again,-
they shall scare those that wait for them out of their wits!
The goodwife shall scream and rush forth from the house,-
clutch her children along! All their joy gone to ruin!
[The ship gives a heavy lurch; he staggers and keeps his balance with difficulty.]
Why, that was a buffet and no mistake.
The sea's hard at labour, as though it were paid for it;-
it's still itself here on the coasts of the north;-
a cross-sea, as wry and wrong-headed as ever-
[Listens.]
Why, what can those screams be?

THE LOOK-OUT [forward].

A wreck a-lee!

THE CAPTAIN [on the main deck, shouts].

Helm hard a-starboard! Bring her up to the wind!

THE MATE