She's followed him, of course; she's heard of this
Mad
escapade
and followed after him.
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_Sylvan_.
Have you not heard, that even jetting water
May have such spouting force, that it becomes
A rod of glittering white iron, and swords
Will beat rebounding on its speed in vain?--
Of such a force I mean to have my will.
[_He sits and stares moodily out to sea. His companions
whisper each other_.
_Valentine_.
Here, Francis! Look you yonder. O but this,
This is the joke of the world!
_Francis_.
Hallo! a girl!
And, by the Lord, Katrina!--But why here?
_Valentine_.
She's followed him, of course; she's heard of this
Mad
escapade
and followed after him.
_Francis_.
She has not seen us yet. Now what to do?
_Valentine_.
Quick! Where's your handkerchief? Truss his wrists and ankles,
And pull his coat up over his head and leave him!
He won't get free of her again; she'll lead
His wildness home and keep him tame for ever.
Now!
[_They fall on him, bind him, and blindfold him_.
_Sylvan_.
What are you doing? Whatever are you doing?
Hell burn you, let me go!
