You'll be in your proper place there! Cheer up, Junker, and go forth boldly?
Give me your hand, and if you meet my boy--he commands a ship of his own .-- Dear me, I remember something.

You can wait a moment longer.

Come here, Trautchen.
The woollen stockings I knit for him are up in the painted chest.

Make haste and fetch them.

He may need them on the water in the damp autumn weather.