 that I may never see another woman to my dying hour. That's what you say now, but I bet by the time you get there, you'll have forgot all about me and started talking the same old bull you talked to me, the first one you meet. I'll not, then. God bend you, is it making me out to be the like of yourself you are? And you taking up with this one and that all the years of your life? Yes, that's just what I do mean. You've been doing the same thing all your life, picking up a new girl in every port. How are you any better than I was? Is it no shame you have it all?