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Dialogue following No. 3
Boatswain. Ah, my poor lad, you've climbed too high: our worthy captain's child won't have nothin' to say to a poor chap like you. Will she, lads?
All. No, no.
Dick. No, no, captains' daughters don't marry foremast hands.
Ralph. But it's a strange anomaly, that the daughter of a man who hails from the quarter-deck may not love another who lays out on the fore-yard arm. For a man is but a man, whether he hoists his flag at the main-truck or his slacks on the main-deck.
Dick. Ah, it's a queer world!
Ralph. Dick Deadeye, I have no desire to press hardly on you, but such a revolutionary sentiment is enough to make an honest sailor shudder.
Boatswain. My lads, our gallant captain has come on deck; let us greet him as so brave an officer and so gallant a seaman deserves.
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